Most Likely to Fail
All I see are angel numbers.
Here I am.
Months after a mental breakdown
I’m on meds now
Spoken to therapists, doctors, lawyers, and friends
And I’m still here
In this shit hole.
Turns out, it didn’t matter expressing how broke I am
or how much I am unable to afford this capitalistic life
It doesn’t matter
Because I’m the one
Still living my friend’s worst nightmare
Every Day