Day by day by day by day,
I laze and wait then think and stay.
Time goes by until tomorrow, then comes some more with the same sorrow.
Tired of mundane depression, scared to try and face rejection…
Or regression to this same state, the ground don’t hurt it’s the fall I hate.
Up and up and up I climbed, ’till my hand slipped and then I fly’d.
Near the top, I climbed that high, but that misstep was my last try.
At first I kicked my arms and legs, reaching to grab what I once played.
And as I fell down from the sky, my eyes did struggle to not cry.
After I crashed I settled in, waiting to die, not re-begin.
I stand and think and think some more, dwell a lot on painful sores.
It hurts it hurts it hurts so bad! How can I climb when I can’t stand?
No more God, no more good doing. No more dreams, no more hope spewing. No more prayers for more good graces, no more thanksgiving, He can’t replace her. No more right track lest I go wrong again, no more rising means no descent.
I’ll just lie here until I die, thinking glumly and seeking highs. Drown my brain in lull and sleep, ease my soul with soul-less deeds.
Checkout that ass, give me that food, I’ll take a drink of scotch or booze. Some more tobacco, a cigarette, I’ll fuck that girl who I just met. Or no I’ll break her little heart, do what I can to make her depart.
Hate and hate and hate some more, destroy my body ’till it’s no more. Blind myself with thoughts of doom, end my hope till it’s no use. Joy is those who next come here, faith are those who stand real near.
How comforting it is to know, way up high, I’ll never go. Never climb that high again, never make another friend. Never fall in love with her, never mistake my own dead-end. Never one more situation, that risks the chance of escalation.
No more sadness, no more pain, just endless, constant, life-refrain. Hurt and hate and destroy some more, until with past I’ve evened the score.
But then today I looked around, and realized I’ve been here a while. And if I climb I’ll fall again, maybe ten times more than ten.
But maybe I should get up and try, before another day goes by.
Maybe pain is one example, of what you get from trying ample.
Where’s that ladder? I’ll climb that bitch, then rejoice in heaven, with those who finished.
– Thomas M. Watt