March 1st

If I wasn’t a sucker I’d feel
The night come in strong
But I’m only a fragment
A pile of dust, collecting sun

I don’t wanna do nothing
But just to do something
Takes long
I need to recollect my time
Not prioritize my vices

And I could swallow my pride
But I would rather be stubborn
That’s my fault
Never feel like this body is mine
My eyes put up cold walls

And I’ve read books that
Teach me how to live my life
But we don’t learn how to live
Just the proper way to die