The Hands Dealt

This place has only left open wounds

And peoples love is like stitches that dissolve to soon

Alone is all that’s felt when you enter a room

With arms scared from shards that can’t be cleaned with a broom

You try to look for  love you’ve prayed would consume

But people tare from you everything and leave you nothing to bloom

Then leave you withered…un-groomed

A life woven that is now at the end of its loom

And you’re sad

But not because it’s all over

This life killed you to the point you could never breathe sober

Caused to much time lost with them

And no one gets a do over

Which made you die everyday

Just so you could make it here

To die all the way