I’m obsessed with Depression you can call it my best friend. Madness and Sadness are like my first cousins. Meanwhile Happiness is a distant relative from a divorced marriage.
We are all playing a game called Life. The goal is to live….. That’s it. How you choose to live is all up to you. I choose to not waste my life working. I choose to love my family and friends. I choose to spend time with the people I care about. I choose to enjoy my life…… What do you choose?
I signed that contract and now it’s time to take my life back. In fact, let’s do the math, I gave you more than that. I gave you all the time that I should have spent with my kids. And to no one’s surprise, you don’t even give a shit. You fucked up my pay and destroyed the place where I stayed. After you had already sent me far away. You tell the world that I’m a hero but you and I know the truth. I’m just a kid that you use and abuse. I’m so sick and tired of all your rules. The confusing games you play when you pretend to care about me. But I’m just a name on a page that can easily be replaced. No memory or recollection will ever be made. Once I’m gone, I’m gone, until the day I hit the grave and you place that flag over my casket. And have those bastards play your music, then with a salute you send me away for good.
This house is empty, these walls aren’t a home when I’m alone, it’s just me. The tv is talking, speaking The Netflix language. Me and it are holding a conversation while the couch and my ass become best friends. I’m starting to think my daughter is right with her observation. Her father is more lonely than he’ll ever admit. This is my moment of weakness or am I just being vulnerable and showing the emotions I hold dear to my chest. With ever heart beat and every deep breath I contemplate will I spend the rest of my life like this. As I write this my eyes get heavy, I’m ready to fall asleep and hit the reset button. Then it’s back to the same shit again.