What is there to be proud of?
Living a life without love.
Losing all and struggling alone,
I did nothing yet u have to atone.
It would have been easier rolling a stone,
Not just mopping around picking bones.

What is there to be happy about💔,
My shortcomings or the failures I can't count?
The loss to which I can't account,
Or the horses I couldn't mount?
The filthy excuses...