Realizing your broke isn't fun
It's staring at the world and admitting in some way I can't handle it
It's terrifying
The thought that I'm on my own
I said I could do it
Did I lie
Did I dive head first into this new part of my life
Only to crack my skull on the way down
Bleeding on the ground
My wallets bleeding out
And I'm stuck watching it all go away
Watching the pieces of paper I put myself through hell to get
Go to everyone but me
It's depressing realizing you can't spend any of your check
That your making it by a thread
I don't want a lot
I just want to live
Not in a cycle between bills and work
Choking on loathing it brings
I'm yearning to breathe free
But till a time I can
I'll try to pay my way
Penny by penny
Hour by hour
Till I can't work to keep that monster away any longer
And in the end give in to the one thing that unites us all
-J.Doune
About the Creator
J.Doune
I write to rationalize my feelings and I'm a man who feels a lot. Sad, scarred, depressed, angry, I feel ugly because how hard they hit I feel beaten and bloody. It feels like going ten rounds with myself and my laptop every time I write.
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen4 days ago in Fiction
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