We’re broken and diving in a pool of alcohol, to draw our sorrow in the taverns.

We dance to piano to chase the night.

We meet the morning with headaches and regrets. 

We solve a problem with a problem. 

No solution.

We broken. 

We laugh when we are supposed to cry.

We hate when we supposed to love. 

We look away when we supposed to help.

We broken to a point we cannot make a difference between right and wrong.

Robbery and killings became a norm. 

Our spirit,soul and body are no longer aligned.

It’s a battle of living and dying. 

We broken and almost dead.