Another Friday night
No variation to this existence
They are out there
Living it up
Falling in love
And I am here
Bashing my head against the wall
Furious with myself for eating a grape


Eyes fixed on the ******* television
Decaying on mother’s sofa

I feel like a fossil
At Twenty-two years and forty nine days old
Pathetic levels are high and rising


My thoughts are fermenting incessantly
It seems my mind is brewing something horrid
Blood dripping from my temples
Down my face
This daily struggle
Is squeezing everything out of me
Hungry for greatness
I refuse to rise
For anything less.