So, this job I've been trying to get didn't work out, going into too much details will just make me more depressed.

I was to start Monday.

I'm trying to act like Im good ,but I can sense the attack in the horizon.
I'm not ok, but I'm I KY comfortable saying so in this platform or in my poems.

I am just tired of disappointments, failure and struggling.

I am gonna detonate in pieces that no one cares about, I've never felt so truly alone.


© C.Wynter