“No one really cares…”

Get up and stop feeling sorry.

I coach myself, even though I hardly,

Can stand the thought of going…

What does God have in store for me?

In fact I am mad at him.

I am angry and sad at him.

Was I delusional in his promise.

Love was all I wanted.

Is suicide really defective thinking?

Because this world all around me is shrinking.

Closing in and sinking…

I need a drink to stop thinking.

I don’t drink at all.

Look at me. What am I thinking?

What will help? Not medicine.

Only I know.

I won’t share my thoughts too much.

I just know that this life is fucked.