when the real shit kicks in

there’s no point

in getting upset

now,

there’s no one

to see the

theatrics,

no one to appreciate

the long faces

or winces of pain;

no one to care;

if you can’t sleep at night,

there’s no one

to be blamed,

no one to cover

all the inadequacies,

no one

to take the fall;

so why bother?

might as well just

sit here,

remembering how good it was

when there was;

and just think,

this is only

stage one;

imagine what it will be like

when the real shit

kicks in.

.

.