My patience is run into too many cloudy skies,
my stares to the stars and beyond hasn't come through.
Am I wrong for looking past lies,
thinking that every friend I have hasn't lied for their own care.
The only brother I had died to someone so unwise,
Now I live with what I thought was more a friend than dare.
I sit jobless and pulled back at my inner plight,
why should I sit in filth and silence,
when you talk everyday showing that you're becoming the opposite of bright.
The wedding that's coming will become nothing more than a sentence,
an abyss of isolation I've lived and carried to your delight,
will be cast upon you like white wash over our friendship of a fence.
I don't know if I'll wave or just ignore you when everything goes through,
maybe it's better for me to tend to my own cares and shut out the world,
lord knows that I won't listen to her incessant boo-hoo.
This isn't living this is strife. I can't wait to mix it with some Hennesy and sprite.