It's Really Cold
In This House That's Really Old
The Robbers Came And Stole
They Took Everything I Owned
And Now I'm Crying Cause I'm Broke
Can't Even Buy A Gram To Smoke
I'm Just Going To Sit Alone
In This House That's Really Cold
Because It's Made Out Of Real Stone
But I'm Trying To Be Bold
Everything Valuable I Have Sold
And Im Looking At This Mold
It Can't Get Fixed Because I'm Broke
When I Woke Up
Life Said "This Is What I Behold"
So I Cried While I Was Alone
Asking Why I'm Not Sitting On A Throne
And Sucking On Chicken Bones
But It's Okay That I'm Alone
I Think I Might Just Say
"So Long"
And End My Life I Will Be Gone.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This Is Just Something I Came Up With At Random, It Is Not About Me.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Interesting poem, well written, showing how it feels to reach bottom. But at least there is an alternative to "so long", it is the fact that the only direction left is up.
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