A Cup Of Coffee

I want to grab a coffee, 

It's midnight, the streets glowing with ashes of my dreams,

Maybe just stroll around the city,

I am so done suffering this way,

Oh, the memories haunt me,

The awful songs follow me in the dark alley,

The lyrics shoot like silver bullets,

I did this on my own,

Fighting a war while music blasts in my ears,

I find relief in little things,

Don't take away my cigarettes, 

Respect my boundaries and let them shine between my lips.

I am damaged a little,

Maybe beyond a repair, 

stop reading between the lines,

My life is not the 90's show that comforts anymore,

I haven't been thinking straight,

soaking in a lot of whiskey neat,

Dazzled with feelings, I tried writing down all my heartbeats,

I have a new hobby, maybe I am having a brain fade, Reciting poems while I simply burn,

I am smoking weed in my backyard,

My soul is offended like I have betrayed every ounce of it,

I guess I have become a sociopath,

Not in a nasty but in an angelic way,

Maybe I am having a hard time lately,

Please, somebody, get me a present and sing Jingle all the way, 

Now that I am on the floor with little strength, 

mopping my tears while wearing an ugly sweater, 

Can God rise above the heavens and see me once,

Bless me with some mercy, and suggest a therapist,

I am not the evil that needs to be punished or caged, 

Feels unfair that the traitors are roaming freely, while I am being sentenced to death!