Under - by Erik Smith
i try to
make people happy
i do all i know how to do
i watch myself hurt people
that is what i know how to do
i sit in
my chair at night
and stare at the text on the screen
i wonder what is going on
and how it came to this
i think about
the people
who take the time in my life
i think about the day
and all i could have done right
i think of
that which wasn't said
i think of those i wanted dead
and i wonder what will come tomorrow
the tears
travel my cheeks
the pain over the weeks
comes out as i continue to stare
