Crock Bottom

I been enduring

A sort of

Oblivion.

A Social exile, an

Isolation and manipulation

I have watched

As my last remaining contacts

Push my raft

Farther into the ocean

Hoping I drown, burn

Never come back

I have reached

What can only be referred to

As “Crock Bottom”

The low point

In your late twenties, early thirties

Everyone warned me about

The part where

You lose all your friends

And your exes

And your career is a fucking mess

Life is difficult but

The only thing I’ve struggled with

Is how fake

Petty and self-serving

People really are

When you all you needed

A little bit of kindness

This is why

I’m not religious

No one practices

What Jesus preaches


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