Adulting

Cover up my sadness with jokes.
Hiding a crushed spirit behind a job.
Who knew living a tragic life could feel so lavish?

God and I have a pretty tight relationship,
I talk to him every night when my fingers hold the tears.
Somehow I will have to find a way to fulfill my adult responsibilities.

The smell of bitter grapes unwarrented affections
I need to stop letting myself drown in these adulting things.
No, I can't. I let me older by the time.