What the fuck have you got to be sad about?

Why the fuck aren’t you happy?

Brat.

Spoilt brat.

What are you staring at?

You’ve seen the depths

so jump in.

People have it much worse than you.

Can’t even finish a thought?

What next,

can’t get it up?

You’re not a real man.

You’re just not strong enough to do the decent thing.

You don’t deserve it.

You can’t change.

So let your teeth rot in your maw

and watch your hair fall out

in those unfaced, blank slate

sertraline dreams.

All the trees will grow to the sun

but all the roots bury deep.