I am struggling,
I am nobody’s friend
I aint nothing new,
pills are my friend.
I am tired of feeling it is the beginning of the end.
I am not Mister Right.
I am just trying to be myself
and be caregiver for someone else.
I could really use a friend.
there is not time or geography to see me.
Not even me, not even mine.
I am facing what is happening
rather than avoid what is ultimately true.
We have to do
I believe, in what is the right thing to do.
There is a circle to life
and hello circle, I think I see the end of you.
I know I am not your best friend,
I don’t really like you,
nor do I expect for you to give a shit about me.
I know the best that I can do is relax
know that things will change
just allow me to be the better version of me.
Are you still alive, because she hasn’t gotten out of bed yet.
I am afraid to check in.
She is the better version of me.