It’s gone
I used to be invited places.
I would say “no”.
I used to go.
I sat by myself.
Sometimes I was the king of the party.
Because I was wild.
I’m not wild anymore.
Nobody cares about the guy that said “no”
And sat by himself.
Now that he’s 42 - I am very much someone
That everyone couldn’t wait
To forget about.
An anecdote.
A funny story.
A sigh.
An “oh well”.
Everyone I was once friends with
Is gone.
I wasn’t friends with anyone really.
You think you are.
You aren’t.
You’re just a self pity ghost.
Maybe you can fool yourself
To give your real self
Something to
Do
There is no hope of any of it
Ever returning.
I didn’t think it would end like this.
