Unfinished2

I'm tired of driving in the dark.
Tired of blindly throwing thoughts at the wall with just enough effort before I turn away,
hoping they stick.
These past few months have made me feel like I have nothing.
But I have everything.
I have family.
I have limbs,
they all work.
I have thoughts,
they don't work.
I have debts.
I have embarrassments.
I have a car,
with a flat tire.
     It's been sitting parked in front of my house for weeks
          I don't have the energy or will to get it moved.
I have relationships I'm uncomfortable with.
I have friends I don't talk to.
I have a collection,
of useless bullshit I've found
     Grocery lists
     A plastic baggie that looks like it had a tab of acid in it
     A wrapper for a thing called a Bomb Bag
          I just think it has a cool graphic
I'm tired.