Let Me Paint My Lose On a Highway Bridge

I cannot carry on
The cannonball fires.
Don’t want to put anymore hours
Clock out.
Visit my lonely sister knitting by her fire.
Toss me in.
More paper work at my job.
Let the paper cut drain my life

Can’t you hear it in the breeze
Whispering my name
Can’t you see the stars,
Desperately wanting me to join them.
Can’t  you see the hearse
Telling you my time is over.

You didn’t know my dad.
He was a good man.
He loved me unconditionally.
He left me before I could say goodbye.
Flowers on his grave

You didn’t know my mom.
She was a loving women.
She never questioned my silly fantasies
I can do whatever I want

I live at the graveyard.
I press my warm body against the cold grave.
I let my tears slide across it.
I allow my love to spread.
I throw flowers about.

Mom and dad
I am nobody
Getting pleasure from any cheap trick passer by.
Needles at my feet .
Hard to find a vain.
Of all of the things I wanted to be…
A failure.