trial of the broken

have you ever wondered what to do with your life, as if what you do currently is just sinking it to a pit of hell, drink drink drink smoke and do it again tomorrow, that's what i do. i get up i take a shot of whisky, go to work, buy some beer and pass out, i used to love that, and now i want to do anything but. tonight I'm gonna break that, and try something new ,

cry and that's how ill sleep, i haven't   cried in a long time, and not with emotion for years
I'm confused, worried, scared and i don't even know why, i just want to curl up and sob, but nobody is here to help that out of me

its not my recent break up, that doesn't hurt
it cant be work, that's steady,
i though i liked to drink but that just makes me feel bad

this isent poetry anymore
this is life and it hurts

and i cant figure why