What exactly
is the point
of all this?

To eat
To sleep
To ****
To work
and repeat
for
the following days

The occasional smile
to break the mundane

The daily monotony
is but a realization

So we sleep
we sleep the
nights away
and repeat
for
the following days

Wash away the days pain
with a swig of whisky

The point of
all this, you ask?

is to repeat
each day until
your final breath
depletes the
one chance
you had at
all of this…

this time of year
so they don't disappear
i use my vacation days

i sit in a haze
thinking of ways
to justify deep hibernation

or at least a migration
to a southern location
until the warm weather's return

but for now I must burn
the hours I earn
because I must use them

or lose them

I feel like I’m playing a game
Of antidepressant roulette
Maybe this
No that
A little more
Will this one work??
Um... try three...?
Oh and btw,
They might make you wanna die
Ya know... more than you already do
Spin the wheel
Which is it this month?
I’m sick of playing games
I sick of taking drugs
This is what I get
For being honest with my doctor

ready to give it all up,
ready to let you go,
when did it become so easy?

**** the glass ceiling
It's too high in the sky
I'm still at rock bottom
Only wanting to cry.

Let someone else break it
I'm too weak to move
Maybe this was a mistake
I have nothing to prove.

im not going
to compete
for someone
who is not mine,
that is not the
game for me.

Did I scare you?

Do you hate me?

Sorry


I'll



Try




Less





Next




Time.