There's no money

I take the car in for an oil change. I travelled twice the distance I was supposed to before I took it in. 

They tell me the front brakes are almost shot.

The turbo intake hose is split

The transmission fluid needs changing, cambelt too. 

I thank them. Get in my car. 

I whisper an apology. Sorry girl, you are gonna have to hold out a bit longer. 

There's no money. 

I stop at the store, the one that sells the cheap cuts of meat. 

I get in the car. 

I apologize again. 

Sorry body, The exercise is free, but good food real expensive, you will have to get by on that. 

You will have to hold out a bit longer. 

There's no money. 

I get home to my daughter. 

She wants to go places. Do things, be stimulated. 

Once more I apologize. 

Sorry, you are going to have to old out a bit longer. 

There's no money. 

Time to go to work, my business is devastated. 

Put on the fake smile to my clients. 

Hold out a little longer. 

Because there's no money. 

The big black dog of depression

 Some people refer to depression as a big black dog. In my case I'm walking in front of the dog and it's endlessly following. Never tiring. I'm keeping in front of it but I'm tired of walking. I want to stop. But if I do it will catch up. Eventually, I know I'll lose