I am another year older.

I am always tired (it seems.)

People are thinking “what good is this guy?”

They think I am useless.

I don’t fucking matter anymore.

Why am I even trying?

What good am I to the world?

What do I have to give? To contribute to humanity…I can’t think of anything…

I am through wasting everyone’s time.

What did I do wrong?

The world doesn’t wait for anyone

…least of all, me.

I drink when this darkness comes – tonight, am 48 oz into a six-pack of PBR 16’s.

It diffuses the pain for a short period

It dulls my mind

But the sadness remains

Time for another

It’s time