One day I plan to have put together a good life in a nice house with the right wife, two kids and perhaps a food garden with tree sprouts. Constructions of play things such as a swing set, slide and a hide out high up in the tree for the kids fantasies to run wild. Simple but those are my dreams. But so far my relations with friends are so broken and hopeless and dead that when I take another shot at them they don’t even bleed. They just open up and tell me how they don’t even know me. Relationships are even worse they lie and cheat with no regrets. Not even a sorry is said for leaving me so burnt not even once and honestly it bothers me ‘cause I’m not even the fuck up. I’m the one who fears to be alone but the red door is calling and my chances of failing increase for every friend I gain. I’m at the bottom but at least I have a fresh surface to build from. I like fixing things but the combination of shattered dreams, liars, cheats and fucking thieves leaves me in the gutter, confused, lonely and incomplete.
The future is bright for plenty but not me