The loneliest man
There was a lonely man, so lonely and disgusted,
He thought he was depressed but depression wouldn’t touch him,
Tried ending his life but the blades wouldn’t cut thru his skin,
He would have given his life but he committed too much sin,
So he tried more times, to cut thru his veins,
In the end all he had to show was blood on his name,
He understood nothing had changed, his luck was still the same,
Trapped in a room with a bathtub filled with shame,
He could wash away the guilt but he smelled like a fraud,
Counterfeit money, you know has no cost,
So a counterfeit life isn’t even worth the loss,
That’s how he felt and those were his thoughts,
He consumed narcotics thinking that would solve it,
To only find out, he got high more often,
He sold a few bags but his money did a rock spin,
He was much worse now than he was when he started,
He sniffed a little and brought himself to the end of this riddle,
With his thoughts written on paper as if so simple,
He wondered what more will it take to end a life so cripple,
Lonely, the man began to shut his eyes………………..
And then he finally giggled.
