Hm.

I forgot what it's like to be happy,
materials don't make up for its loss,
and it's just making me feel crappy
for everyone else bares the cost.

Why do I allow to let things go,
to give up and drop?
Rather than picking up, like so?
I'm now at the bottom when I used to be at the top.

Sooner or later,
I can be able to say
"Fuck all you haters"
and have a smile on my face. Yay.