The clown in me part3

 Everything is hard going.

What if we aren't depressed and life is just shit?

Doctors give us pills,

But they just don't scratch the itch?

Something abit more,

Abit white,

Abit of that stuff that keeps you awake.

But, na.

No.

But here.

Na, no, na forget it.

Although.

Everything seems shit,

Til you take one sniff.

It used to be once a week.

Now it's when ever,

No sleep, work or whatever

That doesn't come into it.

I'm trying to hold on.

Cause if I lose then the bullies win,

And that is one thing that keeps me going on.

But it's hard to find a point.

When everything is wrong.