A.Windowcleaner

Hopeless

I’m trying to write my magnum opus

But I’m fucking hopeless

I’m losing my focus 

Trapped by the psychosis 

 

Drowning in self doubt

My enemy does not lie without

But within, behind my eyes

that’s just a way to romanticise

That I want to die

 

The only reason I exist is for her

My lowly spirits begin to stir

She is clarity in the blur

My mind is rife with pain and strife

She grants purpose to my life

She’s the reason I’ll put down the knife