Wanting to collapse,
wanting to be, set free,
and to recover from this social disease,
and this non-stop promotion that never ceases to be,
and constantly promoting this and promoting that,
and the constant parties,
and slipping in out and as nimbly as a gymnast,
and afterwards, wanting to collapse,
wanting to collapse endlessly,
with your head spinning,
and tired of all the air kissing,
and the fake tans and fake friends,
and as tired as can be,
and tired of living mostly in a false reality,
tired of the endless displays,
and exposure which comes with celebrity,
tired,
tired as can be,
and needing a sedative,
drugs and alcohol at 7.43,
at 8pm,
8pm hanging lifeless from a tree.