The lonely poet

despair

Now i wonder what is wrong with  me  now let me see you  never  know  the  answer  could  be  right  in  front  of  me , but no, no  its  not   its never  there, as i stand  and  look in utter  despair  tightly  clutching  the  freshly  sprouted  torn  out clump  of  grey  hair  whilst  quietly    contemplating  launching  myself  headfirst  down  the  stairs ,one good splat and the job would be done no more  fucked  up  thoughts  my  mind  would  finally  be  numb,but theres only  one problem with  my  master  plan i live in a ground floor flat no stairs   god damn