Foolish Me Poem by Chaz Rodriguez

I drown myself insituations, then try to trend through life.
I back stroke through different predicaments without thinking twice.
I was crucified over an abandon lake of lost aspirations.
While death was its only manifestation.
The pain cocooned me in a web of lies, parparen me for my own demise.
As I realize I was not fit to survive.
Even without the option to cry or th opinion to ask why.
At one point I sold my soul with the option to buy foolish me.
I've seen sunny days and dark nights, where nothing moved but the spirit of death.
I have nothing to prove as my heart turn cold, u can tell by the ice comin off my breath.
I play Russian regulate with hatred telling the grime reaper, that it's his turn.
But since I learned......
Wait let this incent burn.
Harsh reality hits me after I smoke.
After I choke it all becomes clear.
Seeing the optical illustration that life pretends to be.
Through the false since of hope are u really ment to be free.
FOOLISH ME!