There’s an ocean of emotion,
floating though my mind,
and I’m drawing on the
last things said.
The more I think about it,
the more I want to cry,
and the past four days
I’ve remained in my bed.
My brain is
ignoring my conscious state.
Life around me seems of
The hour is that of getting late,
which Seems as though it’s working against me.
It’s been days since I last ate.
My stomach contorted and aches.
I keep popping these aspirin like there candy,
my hair so dirty it’s sandy.
Next I’ll be asking if you got a liver handy.
I’m in need of my best mate
If nothing else to clear my mind scape
That’s seems great,
but I haven’t talked to him as of late,
and I’m not sure that it’s healthy,
using him as an emotional escape
a myopic view
Thoughts so deep,
this is where my image machine stews
Pointing out all the things I’ve done wrong
O dear god
How long must I go on