For all the beliefs I outlived,
all the hope lost.
For friends felt we weren’t longer relevant,
for you I loved having keeping my bed warm,
in the liberal freezing cold.
My potent happy pill,
it’s still depressing and still,
God, I miss you.
I believed in you,
then I got drunk more than once or twice,
I didn’t visit you at church.
Also the family I flocked together with during holidays,
too little too late.
I don’t believe in them anymore.
I think they don’t believe in me too.