Mentally deceased

I wish to be reborn

I try to live life

But my mind feels to mourn

And I don't even know what for

Young as eighteen

But opportunities seem long gone

An electron is positive compared to me

But you wouldn't guess that if you were to see me

I guess I'm an actor who can never be free

From playing the role that he was supposed to be

I guess I'll make it out someday

Or perhaps I won't

Poisoned myself looking both ways

Can't believe anything, neither do nor don't

I guess I want to write this better too

But then I should have wore that sweater too

In winter

And should have kept an eye on somewhere

Other than the weather

Oh Lady Luck, if only I could get you to

Give me infinite good luck

But still I won't be able to make anything work

Had 2 aces, but still went muck

Poems are fun, but still, life sucks.