These Days

I’m sitting back looking at the sky
I want to ask God the question why
I’m tired of battling myself every day
I’m tired of living this way
Headache after headache this is getting old
It’s August, yet my aura is cold
Once again I’m talking through my pen
When will all the pain and suffering end
I’m trying my best to walk with a smile
I don’t remember how it’s been a while
For some reason I’m rushing time to fly by
I sit here wondering if I’m a special guy
Everywhere I go I feel like a Misfit
People avoid me like I smell like shit
I’m sitting here not having any fun
I walk around as if I were a loaded gun
I feel like I’m about to have another “Overload”
In any given minute I’m about to explode
I’m mad because I can’t blow or snort from my nose
It’s easy to tell why I consider myself a “Black Rose”

Just Another Day

I’m awaken by a call from my baby momma
My day begins early with some fucking drama
Talking about but she is fucking stressed
Blaming me for all her mess
I take it like a man
Because adding fuel to the fire is not my plan
I grab a black and head outside
For now I have a headache
I don’t know how much of this I can take
I no longer hold my head up with pride
I wish I had some place to hide
For I’m hurting on the inside
Everyday I wonder what my son is doing
For my life is ruined
I can’t even support my only child
For I haven’t held a job in a while
Something just has to come through
I don’t know what to do
Impatiently I continue to sit
All I do is throw fits
Watching time slowly pass by
Wanting badly to get high
I’m so out of touch with the world
Still upset that I fell in love with a girl
She left me with a broken heart
My life has been hell since we’ve been apart
My decline happened so fast I don’t know where to begin
I’m just wishing my bad luck will one day end
That the day will come where I can play with my friends
I’m tired of talking with my pen
I won’t the company of females
Like I had before I went to jail
I’ve lost my mind
I feel like I’m running out of time
So another day I look for clues
Hoping to hear some good news
Please don’t take my silence as being rude
For I’m not that type of dude
I’m a man trying to get better
That has a heart as soft as a feather
Who won’t give up because of a fucking phone call
Someone who will continue to give his all
Because I’m slowly rising from my fatal fall
One day I will once again ball

Timothy Warfield