Symptoms..

This is laying in bed,
disgusted with yourself
because you have nothing better to do but lay in bed
and feel disgusted with yourself.
This is an opportunity that only knocked once,
and you missed it.
This is a drunken compilation of one night stands
that lacked all color
and left tearstains encrypted on your fucking pillow.
This is the caricature of a caricature of human society.
This is your favorite childhood treat clogging your arteries,
swelling your hands and killing you.
This is the voice you lost when your feet viced to the granite floor of your childhood home.
And you're soul ripping your heart apart.
This is communicating with idiotic,
hardheaded socialites
not for companionship,
but because you fear being alone.
This is everything fucking view you were ever propheted to believe in
laughing in your angst scrunched face
and hanging themself.
This is every what if,
hope, dream, aspiration and sentimentality you ever felt
letting you down like everybody else in this world.
This is your hopeless, shit-stained, blood staling your chlymidia infested heart.
You are a disease,
Fuck off.