Yeah, I'm okay.

No comment.

I think about it more often.
It sits in the back of my mind mocking me.
I'll never do anything about it but let it bother me.
I'm a simple servant, always serving.
Never to be served.
Wallowing in self pity.
Swallowing pride.
What I've become is no longer something id call human.
An empty shell of a body,
Running off liquor and self loathing.
Caring for those who don't,
Disappointing those who do.
My life's a joke, and im scared of the punchline.