I stand on the roof
Looking down at the ground...

Fear
Fear of failure...

Fear of the past
fear of the future...

I can still smell them
The alcohol on their breaths...

Sweat
Flowing down my face...

Crying
Lying...

So far I've had trouble
Living this life that was handed to me...

**this poem is dedicated to Carrie Tetley**
**Care, if you're reading this, give me a call or...

I miss my kids
I miss my home...

Take my sadness
take my shame...

My thoughts are drifting
Every truth remains a scar...

Do you ever wonder how long that is?
Are you ever curious about what happens after...