Are You Alright Poem by matt fromm

this is the last day i'll be alive
the lady at the liquor store asked if I was gonna be alright
she is old
tired.
tired of me.
tired of my money.
tired of my tired face.
tired of my money.
she wants to know if I can make myself well.
if I can make myself whole again.
she wants to know if I have a home. for she is not ok with seeing me day in and day out.
she wants me dead.
she wants me alive.
she wants me gone. but then again...
she....