Scared

You make me nervous, and I make you tea,
You’re multi-purpose, I’m obsolete.
Ashtrays and glasses still decorate the floor.
Final reminders of the night before.

I’m so scared of living, that I’m afraid to try.
Like dirty linen;
Hang me out to dry.

Your cup it’s empty, and you’ve found your coat.
Smile awkwardly and, say you’ve got to go.
The front door’s now open; you’re standing on the step.
Morning has broken, the afternoon is wrecked.

I’m so scared of living, that I’m afraid to try.
Like dirty linen;
Hang me out to dry.
I’m so scared of dying, that I’m afraid to live,
Stop me from crying,
Just let me give.

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© R.Myers