Walk Over

I’m just a tired shit head
Looking to be dead
These thoughts have trembled
Faltered and flattened away
From the fore front on my mind only
To surface again
As I lie in bed
Looking to be dead
Screaming drunken messages
To sober girls with better
Interests, smarter choices
Higher class
Than this lowly gutter body
One to never be Wed
Wish to be dead
Simple enough to step over and
Ignore, without a single or trip
Try to find a safer place
Where I won’t even see you


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