The End

Pain and sorrow I have felt,
From all the things to me life has dealt,
So much I can not understand,
Now I sit bottle in hand,
Leaning against a tree looking like a bum,
All I want is to be numb,
No real reason to move on,
Happiness is long gone,
Worked very hard for little pay,
Hoping for life in a new way,
But it all seems to be the same,
Disappointment, frustration and pain,
The material things don't matter much,
No longer do I want to be in touch,
With society and the proper way,
It would be easier just to fade away,
Once filled with dreams and hope,
But no longer can I cope,
The bottle now is almost dry,
But to move I can only try,
People look but won't come near,
I am not like them so they fear,
Perfect they think they must be,
Past their nose they just can't see,
The only thing I seem to gain,
Is the hardest of the pain,
All the voices in my head,
They will only stop when I am dead,
For awhile I have tried,
Now from everything but the bottle I hide,
Tried the medication and the dope,
But we both know there is no hope
My aim I hope is true,
This is my Good Bye to you,
And for me don't be sad,
You were the only friend I ever had!

An Uncle Charlie Original