Drinking and My mind 

As I sit here drinking my life away,
Thinking of the date of Judgement Day,
Will it be soon or will it be later?
By then will I have completed my fate?
Will I be famous, or will I be rich?
Or will I just be another insignifcant bitch?
As I sat there with him on the bed,
I knew, at this rate, in a couple years, he'd be dead,
And wondering what was going through his head,
Realizing how very little he had said,
A couple days later me moved out,
Leaving his mom, so she could pout,
Then I wanted to move out for a different reason,
But I wouldn't move out til that next season,
My most recent poem that I am writing,
Wondering why the world is always fighting,
I was always told that its' better late than never,
So I guess this is it for now, but not Forever!