In the poker game of life..

I'm sick of being dealt 2-7 and waiting for the flop to come 2-2-7.  The depression washes over me like a wave of regret and disappointment.  There's this huge gap in my heart and soul that needs to be filled, and I feel like I'm dying.  The worst part about it is no one knows.   If I told you all this, you'd flip out.  The mask covers it all.   I tried to be there for everybody so when the time came, you'd be there for me.  Bad strategy, Pete.  Because, people aren't like you.  People don't think like you.   They don't have your heart and soul.  They use and use and that's what the hole is.   So, screw them.  The only person you can truly count on is old number 1.  Yourself.  Fuck them all.