to die a million times

Frank will die a million times

but never has he lived for real

he learned to lie at twenty five

and never will he cease to deal

In drugs and jokes and poetry

and woe is me, it’s killing me

to post my mind on various sites

that no one ever reads

I’m never high and never sober

Change my mind until its lost

Put these words in little lines

My hopeless soul forever bleeds

And when I learn to fix my issues

Something new will cloud my skies

The man who killed himself for likes

the child who dreamt a million lies