Sad Symphony

Forgotten and lonely streets

Forgotten sheets

3 AM

I just can’t sleep

I’m awake again

.

The smell of spilled beer

The horrible smell of cigars and cigarettes

I just don’t want to be here

.

My so-called friends have faded out the light of contact,

They just threw me off into the dirt,

Something I didn’t expect

.

Drops of rain on dead trees

Knives cutting through the empty pockets of my jeans

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