Silent Killer

Poem

Photo by Elijah O’Donnell on Unsplash

All the good times are giving me a hard time
I am just like that lime
On the top of a cocktail glass
I am a man who has lost his class

I am pounding on your door
I am sleeping on your yard
I am dying each second
I am crying for my mistakes

I am watching others
With a fucked up moral compass
I am judging everyone
With opinions that don’t matter

But I am changing like an old man, who doesn’t want to live anymore
I am crying for others
I am screaming so that they don’t make the same mistakes
I am learning from people who surprise me

I watch everything around me, and it’s depressing
I watch as words not spoken stab people in their backs
I watch them cry
I watch them suffer
I watch them long for people whom they have lost in their mistakes

I am crying
And I am dying
Is it fine to take comfort in the misery of others?
To know that you are not alone?
Because that is what I do these days
I cry along with others in pain