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.

Everyone’s busy

there is not time or geography to see me.

Nobody other.

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

and meanwhile

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.