The truth of it

|Inside view surrounding|

Everything but the room is gone
& each
step I take seems to pull me further down

no matter if there’s a positive out look

I keep my foot work up, but it
only goes so far when all roads are
closed off
& all that’s left
is a wall to slam my head against

sorry
if this is depressing, but ya know what
life sucks you dry, then ya die

good moments are rare
& I can’t pretend that
everything is fine