Eulogy*

This is for my parents 

and all people who put up with me 

when I was down on my luck and careless 

this is for the drama and madness that had me scared stiff 

and the trauma and sadness that it came with 

this is my eulogy to choices I made stupidly 

to the people that I used to be 

and the ones who didnt stay true to me 

to the friends who were there for me when I needed it 

and girls that i loved but could never be with 

the homeless nights I've spent wandering around brockville 

to self abuse, and trying to keep yourself out of the hospital 

to unrequited love and remorse 

hate thats forced 

dead-end jobs, raised voices, slammed doors 

heartache, heartbreak, inner wars 

medicine presriptions, and blankets on the floor 

this is for the brutal wake up calls 

and arrogant messages I left on bathroom stalls 

holes in the walls from my heavey fists 

tattoos used to hide the scarring on my wrists 

to the ears that would listen to what I had to speak 

no matter what shape I was in that given week 

and the things I wish I would have done a little diffrent 

to the goals I could have accomplished but I didn't 

the friends I miss and girls I wish never left 

to their ghosts, I can't seem to put them to rest 

to the sleepless nights that I try to write 

down the words that tell the story of my life 

the glory and the spite in the rhymes I recite 

to staying on the bike 

and the times I got back up to face myself 

in another round of the fight 

to starring at the clouds in the rain asking why 

even tho I dont beleive in any god in that sky 

to my eyesight whenits blurry and I'm staggering home 

from the bar late at night where I drank alone 

by myself in a booth just me and a bottle 

facing the truth with every swallow 

this goes to the morals that sank into the depths of the darkness 

to the weight that I carry througout my hardships 

this is to love, I'm a walking target 

living between heaven and hell, and heavens the farthest 

this is for my notepad, Its been with me through the worst 

and my pen for being the middle man to me and my hurt 

this is the eulogy 

*Written by an unknown author