Sheepshead Bay (Poem)

I've made up my mind. No more wasting time. Took every test, now laying to rest in the hole that I call home. I dug it, over those months when everybody was friends. But, particularly years ago. Before I had a canvas. Before a single baby preventer. When I was a baby. With an ounce of hope. A hopeful soul is a dead one. In my life I've only gotten some rest once. I've lost my boyish naivety, so why wont they leave me? Its took my in-laws light, to show me that I'm a knight. To someone out there, near me hopefully. If not I can always join the club, and cause a ruckus before I club, my life away with a needle in a white hay stack.