Sew your mouth shut.
Those who complain are weak.
Only the strong have known true suffering, and the strong are in military fatigues.
Study what you want…
You can pick from
what you love,
what you hate,
or what will get you money.
But the job market has the final call whether your education was worth anything.
Go to work
Go to sleep
Go to work
Go to sleep
You will never have time to do what you truly want
And the job will never give you what you need.
Only more money to line your mattress with.
And enough barriers
Called responsibility
to never think of those things you once wanted
Ever again.
Blunt the cruel axe of reality
With alcohol and cigarettes
And pixilated depictions of ***.
I try to be an optimist.
My father thought my depression was pessimism
Then it was mourning
And now its any problem I have
With women.
And the aid for the suicidal,
The Granite State has none.
A bugged phone call,
Endless therapy
And medication. Over and over again.
While hot tears are unable
To reach my cheeks
Because my contacts eat them up
For lack of knowing
What I need to fill this void.
And the banging you hear
That keeps you up at night
Is not a monster in the closet.
It is me
Hitting my head against concrete
Because the state said my imagination
Was not conducive to society.
Dying in America is an expensive prospect.
So when I’m falling apart in America
Are they stopping me from dying now,
So I can pay for it later?
With no way to escape
Maybe I will turn to the last solid institution in America
The banks. And sink myself into glorious debt
To get away.
If not,
I will complete my transformation into an adult in America,
And buy a gun. How we love them so.
Luckily though,
I only need one bullet
And my name is on it.