Stale Like Bread

     Bread so stale, a microwave can't even help it.  That is us.  She gets you for hours, I get you for a minute. I gave up so much, she gives nothing....so what gives.  You work til' your fingers bleed and you are go to bed by 8:07 p.m.  She gets you til' 2:30 a.m., until you inquire.  What is left to lose? What is the point? There is no love and no respect left to give.  So you drink, you sleep, you read and you educate yourself to tune it out. You have no one left. You have given everyone up and at what cost.  You are alone, utterly alone in your principles. There isn't even the warmth of a machine to keep you. The highways take you home before 9:00 p.m. but at what cost?  No parents, no family, no anything, nothing and none.  And you have no respect and the bread is stale.  

     There is nothing left other than a list of what you could've done better, where you failed. Where you forgot to read his social media post.....that is what you are reduced to. That is all that is left. Shame on you.  Where is your brain. There is nothing left and it hurts so bad.  But how much crumbling cake can you eat.?  How much further can you cross over that line before the ground falls in front of you?  Who is there to catch you when you fall? Who is there to laugh at your jokes? You are alone again. You know  you are! You have been here before and here you are again. Maybe that book you wrote about deja vu would've been a great read again and again. You should think for your self, feel for yourself, but you don't....you give it all up. The marriage, the life, the kids, the money.......all of it. For the insults, the degradation, the lack of respect.  There is nothing left. You are stripped out version of what you always wanted to be. Maybe you should strip what is left of your hair and go platinum too? No one knows you anymore, you don't even know yourself. No one thinks you are serious.  No one one cares about you anymore. You are a laughing stock of your former self. They are all laughing at what you have become.  Shame on you. She gets you til' 2:30 a.m., with her cigarettes on the floor. You get nothing. Your journey ends at 8:07 p.m.  So just shut up and go to sleep alone physically because there is nothing left emotionally to hang on to.