Give no fucks... never had any luck... must be Me Irish!
Lost in the oblivion of self... dying to lose me when everyone's in need.
The love wanes for the living and regardless... I count myself none of them!
I am in my private cell which some may call a living hell.

I am not alive...
I no longer live... As if, I ever actually did.
I wonder how long the pain will grow...
I guess I just reap what I sow.

I have had seeds of doubt and greatness without.
Some seeds rot and some seeds sprout.
Yet never does grow any equalizer...
Now, it makes sense why feces is fertilizer!

Never taught... never learned...
Never Not feeling burned!
I have no nerves...
A feeling has to feel but that never made it real.

I die slowly every day...
But my pain... it never goes away.
What hurts...? You say...
When or Where would be a better pair to analyze for today.

But if WHAT is the question... the answer be Everything.
How did it come to this? I should have listened to myself...
But no one else does... so why should I?

Damned if you DO
Fucked if you Don't... Decisions, Decisions...
Until you realize you Won't!

THE END

Taraz had a post I would suggest you read. It inspired me to try the #AnHourADay tag as well as share something I normally wouldn't. I revisited an old creative outlet from my past. I never considered myself a poet by any means. That never stopped me from free writing away. I don't always rhyme... and that doesn't bother me. Sometimes, it's what doesn't rhyme that means the most.

Anyhow... here is the link to his original post to create this initiative. I would encourage you to spend an hour trying something new or putting effort into being better at something you neglect to put any time or effort into. It's pretty amazing what you can do in an hour... when you put your mind to it. I am going to try Water Coloring for the first time as #AnHourADay initiative to commit to doing it for an extended period. I plan on Making Time... but we all know plans can change in a New York Minute!