Life has boiled down to dumpster **** and self loathing.
The last stage of depression is shame.
I constantly look to my phone for ******* to want me, I find myself more alone.

The hard part isnt writhing, it's perfectly describing the pain in words.

That sight of my woman being with another man, drives me to **** myself. So I dare not look, ill go crazy before I squander this life.

Incomplete thoughts and bad decisions washed down with lots of drugs and alcohol.

In conclusion, im a child in a mans body, going through the motions. living just to keep goin, goin just to keep saine.