Compulsive buying

Just a drunk poem that's about how buying possessions doesn't make you feel better.

Compulsively buying things off the Internet

Trying to forget

The pain we have endured

Just remember that no possession 

Will stop the regression 

Of your mental health 

Rely on family and friends

They should help you avoid your end

If you are like me 

And have neither 

Just stay a dreamer 

Hoping someone will show up

Maybe the will

Maybe they won’t

Just hang onto hope

Author's Note

May cut it after "just stay a dreamer". Not really sure.