18

Waiting for someone to tolerate me.

Hanging around because I can't leave this cat behind.

In nine lives if I haven't found something to hold on to,

Why worry? Nobody I care for will be around.

The only emotion that I can convey when I contemplate my life,

Is an uncompramising, feeling of uncertainty.

Which is caused by a combination of lack of self respect,

And an overwhelming lack of company.

So I will share my bed with phantom limbs, and live my life in tidy rooms.

Surround myself with living things that don't know how to move.

I am like cigarettes and steak and booze, obesity and stress,

Everyone with a bad heart will blame me for their mess.