open old wounds

let the neon drip
on the page

if you are patient enough
it will be a waterfall

depression sits next to me
at the bar and starts playing
with my dick

another jack and coke

it takes years of pain
to become oblivious

just counting down
the days

all the free drinks

stare off into the horizon
a few thunderstorms on
the way

another night alone

trying to manage the
pain you haven’t been
able to conquer in your
adult life

exhaustion

no point to
even start now

a quiet death

all alone

as it was meant
to be