High income

I am Eric,
A loner.

Two years ago,
I bought this home.
Three months later,
It’ll be official.

There’s no furniture,
But, I hate furniture.
I always buy candle,
Feels like no future.

I want to use these candles.

The death of my bird,
Didn’t feel real until yesterday.
My brain keeps changing,
From sane to doubtful.

Doubtful to chaos.

Pills are not my choice,
Doctor can’t keep me away.
Get me a real one,
This feels unreal.

I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t want to be out there.

Get me out of here.