A dilapidated ego, this allows me the selflessness and privilege to think only about myself though.
Close the curtains, kill the light. The smoke detector light is my only friend tonight.
Sun blindness, but I’ll drive through kindness. Always out to find the mindfulness.
Angel, are you affiliated with Jesus? Or our spirituality odometer who always observes us?
Doctor, you have it wrong. This guineapig sings out yet another song.
Chlorpromazine kills me, but apparently makes me a healthier human being. The other cocktail of drugs includes clearer seeing.
Shrink after shrink, and all I get is the same grim news, Dave you need to not abuse. It makes me me wanna burn out a fuse.
I'm heading toward a boundary that divides us, reminds us
Gravity holds us into place, doctors lie to our face
Pills and pills, I’d recommend you run to the hills
Getting old and aching, a overloaded brain in the making, faking.
Gourd, high cholesterol, cardiomyopathy and mental health to dwindle my apathy
New territory? not so much. A new biography? Another lady who falls for misogyny
Despite my delusions and psychosis I’ll always choose to show off my misfortunes
Despite her constant chasing of the dragon I’ll always choose my low tolerance to others demons, I’ll let yo do the screaming.
A craving for something that bewilders me. Alcohol poisons me, leaves me miserable and unfulfilled. The following day has been dedicated to rebuild.
My nonexistent partner had an imaginary baby, just a nightmare that saved me. Cold and hot sweats as I wake, the family man is something I don’t want to make.
Throw together a few sentences without slurred speech. I’ve fooled everyone one. This medication should make me run. Just like the hills, more emergency health bills.
At the end of the day I am content. Not all my words depict how badly I’m broken and bent.