I always am guessing in this life.

I guess.

So many colors.

So many numbers.

So many jobs.

So many people.

I guess I'm tired.

My energy is dying.

I guess I'm in pain.

My body is screaming.

I guess I'm confused.

My mind sits alone in an asylum.

I guess love is a lie.

My heart was and is a grenade, lost in pieces.

So many guesses.

For one little me.

I guess I've time though.

For there is a tomorrow.

I guess there's always beer.

The only thing that makes sense.

I guess if I tried harder.

She'd would have gone home with me.

I guess.

I won't kill myself today.