Glass shattered into a million pieces No matter how much patience, How much time, Or how much effort you put into it, You will never fix me. Then poof. Like magic. I'm a diamond. We all are.
Those socks are so Terrifying. Why? I can feel my insides Dying, Rotting. My stuffed animals are Crying Because I’m still Trying Still… Everything is Horrifying. Why?
I don’t know what to say. Disorganized thoughts. Auditory hallucinations. Paranoid delusions. It’s all still there. It’s hidden, But they pop out from Time to time. Say “hey, we’re still Here to Hurt you.” They say “listen, We still have Control.” “We’ll still pierce Your Soul.” Please leave me Alone. I’ll say “it’s really No big deal;” I’ll think “someone Help me heal.”
I wake up Hungover, Not from booze, but medication. It’s the temazepam, The quetiapine, And the mirtazapine. The only combo that gets me some shuteye Each and every night, But it leaves me feeling... Well, maybe not feeling. The cocktail of medication Leaves me numb. But my reluctant eyes were as open As my lips When I had nothing to say. Continue reading "Overmedicated"
Each Thought Is Like A Stuck Gear Still Trying To Move. Someone Please Fix This; I Need Help.
There’s a fault in my code It’s obvious Every time I go into Error Mode I’m oblivious To the impact on those around me It’s serious Every time they found me I’m delirious Lying on the bathroom floor Injurious When police kicked down the door So furious
I can feel myself slipping away Like autumn leaves Barely hanging Onto the trees In the fierce winds of the night, Will this wind ever stop? I can’t be sure if I will survive The gusts of plight For I am weakened, And I can’t hold on Past peak, and All throughout the winter