DearLife

Dear life why do you have to be so long?

Like the rope around my neck that you keep stepping on.

Give me some slack and my pride back

Stop living your life through mine

You had your chance, I'm not your mime.

If you have regrets too late you're out of time

You were denied as a child what a crime

If you keep pushing your shit on me I'll drop a dime

Just to be rid of your ass

and that half empty half full glass

you floated in on like the cube you are

Take your dope and that sorry ass air guitar

You rode in on. You call it an axe so chop chop

Get your axe and chop your wood

Into submission but with your permission

Dear life, why do you have to be so short?

Unlike golf a faux sport that goes on and on and on and on and on

You'll be over before I know it

Just as you were fitting in

it's off to the loony bin

for drugs and restraints

You never claimed to be a saint

No, far from it, you love to sin

If you can win but for you no life as a star

For you it will be pain all you can eat

like a fucking salad bar

Only it comes to you like rain

No veggies just rejection

By the way I never came

I faked every orgasm

In the sack you're kind of lame

You may suck but I swallow

The marrow out of the bones

of the people you claim to love the most

Pull your head out of my ass

burn your own fucking toast you lazy fuck!

Dear life, why do you have to be so hard?

Hard like concrete not like a penis

You may not be dumb but it doesn't take a genius

To fake pleasure, harder to fake pain

Unless you keep some in reserve

You know I have a lot of nerve

but someone needs to say what needs to be said

put a couple of led slugs in my head

make sure I am as good as dead

before you wear my ass as a hat

I must worn you I'm a crazy old bat

that has been hated by far worse then you

pure evil through and through

So you can float to the bottom

Rock bottom so you can begin

To desend don't try to pretend

you were never my friend

this fasade should end

You would rather see me smile with no teeth

then have me see you so far beneath

yourself you're out of reach

Dear life, why do you have to be so cruel?

You should have let me drowned in my own drool.

It's like a piece of you has broke off and is stuck in my throat.

Here take another toke before long you'll get the joke.

To me if you commit it means piss and submit

a sample of my pee, to see

what drugs they can give so I can live

a drug free life is no life for me.

Does anyone have some dirty urine?

I can pay with shit Wednesday for some pee today

Now don't delay my buzz a moment too long

Some may say I have a drug problem

which is true if I don't have any

but as long as I do and not many will hear me say

There will come a day that I will ask

Dear life, why are you such a bitch?

You should have left me in the ditch

you discovered me in

Your excuses wear thin

As my life turns to shit

but you'll never admit

to what you did

behind me you hid like the pussy you are

no accountability for you not even a scar

No, that's for me to bare life isn't fair.

that's why I wonder

Dear life, why do I live?

I have nothing left for you to give

So let's call it good

or bad, come don't be sad

happiness is a choice, unlike the sound of my voice

nagging you to do something anything

just not what you're doing

whatever it is it's hurting me

The longer you hide behind my pride

the more I with draw my support

but I can't report what you done

with you there is no fun, only lies

echoing, vibrating in your endless shallow soul

you need to smoke another bowl

it's the only time the light comes on

behind your cold dead eyes

and the mountain of lies

you sold yourself to your weakness

Dear life, why do you always end?

I know you will but I don't know when

All of a sudden you couldn't speak

wait a while then we'll seek out the leak

What do I have to plug the hole in your soul?

The piece of you that is stuck in my throat?

If I can hack it up but unlike a boat you don't float.

Dear life, why is there so much pain?

That only circles the drain never to go

down only to come back again and again.

As it gains a life of it's own and now it's full grown

Into the monster I am so I ran

but she follows me every where I go

god this part really blows

At least you can get away, how do you think I feel

to live this life that to me is so surreal?

Have you ever heard the saying "you can't rape the willing?"

I became willing so you couldn't be raped

I would rather be a slut then a victim

Especially when the system is set to protect those

that pose the greatest threat.

The wounds won't heal and still don't reveal their origin

It's like an organ full of cancer if not cut out it will spread

like the disease life is.

Dear life, how do we undo what we have done?

How will our children feel when there is no sun?

How do we tell them that they inherit all our wealth

but none of it will buy back their health?

It's best to separate ones self from the crimes

others have committed

"guilty by association" as the saying goes

I have no children to explain this big pile of shit to

unlike you who has way to much to explain yet don't

Dear life, how can I like you when you're temparary?

You're trying to set me up for a big fall.

but first let's recall what got us to this point

Too soon ago for me to remember unless I smoke a joint

I don't do that any more but I do miss the floor

I crawled on when I couldn't find the door

or my feet for which I could stand

would it kill you togive me a hand?

Never mind I'll just land

with my back to the floor

It's closer to hell from where I fell.

Blahblahblahblah

is all I hear you say

You're just talking from the rear until you tell me

what I want to hear.

What that is I have no idea but I'll know it when I hear it.

My life is already half over if I live to be a hundred and sober

I won't pretend that I can wait

To catch a buzz but if I were

still high I would be late to my own fate; death

that's it take another breath

which only brings you closer to the abyss

that when it looks back at me it sees only emptiness

Dear life, do you even know what you are doing?

And in closing, please answer soon

because I'm not getting any younger.

Your most optimistic, pesimist V.