Selling out.

 One of a kind

In a world that

Tries to suffocate

The unique,

Steals it's essence,

And plagiarise it's soul.

Then mass-produceds

The stolen goods,

To sell as a life style,

To make you think

you are missing out.

To cheapen someone's very existence.

And make it profitable

For the shareholders.

Until they find someone else

To steal their life.

To rob them 

And sell 

What's not theirs. 

Money makes the world go round,

And cheapens

Stripping away authenticity,

In the hope to make it 

Easier to sell. 

No joy in the drink.

 Every fart is Russian roulette.

Filled with regret. 

The bank balance in the red. 

And despite it all, 

I'm still sad. 

This min

 No beer,

No gear,

Bag licked and all that's left 

Is the on coming fear. 

But the mind is more settled. 

Time keeps moving quick. 

Bedtime has come and gone. 

But you keep standing there. 

Staring at the phone, 

Wishing for a friend. 

Wishing to talk, 

To not feel alone 

Like you do at this min. 

The rattle off the bin

Everything and everything.

Lick the bag as I'm starting to sink. 

Can't tell others what I think. 

Don't want to leave the house. 

Don't want to think. 

When I think I start to sink. 

No one's coming to my birthday party, 

No cake, 

Just heart ache. 

The empty bottles rattle 

As I move the bin. 

The sound of wise up. 

But tbh I've just had enough. 

It's not fun anymore. 

It all becomes a blur. 

Endless days with only 

My own voice I hear. 

As I drown in beer

Wondering how I got here?

Do the antidepressants work?

How can I let go?

When it's all I have, 

The past and it's hurts. 

Born

I admit defeat,

Oops a daisy there goes me. 

The words to a song I can't sing. 

Time and a friend.

 I'm hurting,

With scars thst won't help. 

Whispers I tell people. 

That they don't hear. 

I'm hanging on. 

But I've hung on too long. 

Out stayed my welcome. 

No one replies anymore. 

Just watches the end. 

Breaking down in real time, 

Looking a friend. 

Let me cry.

Mid life crisis.

Trying to work out 

What love is?

Why I'm always alone?

What did I do

Or what could I do, 

Or is it all just gone and blown. 

Noone calls or phones. 

The silence grows. 

Another night getting high 

Just to stop feeling. 

But you never stop feeling, 

And so the darkness grows. 

The time flys 

And bed time has come and gone. 

I just want to feel more then sorry for myself. 

Runny nose and sore eye. 

Wondering why?

The antidepressants won't let me cry.