PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

recycled thoughts thrown down in slapdash order

trying to make sense of these emotions

unable to separate one from another

trying to resist the urge to self medicate

not quite succeeding, but what the hell

no one's perfect, least of of all you who would judge

althought to tell the truth, if I was really trying, i'd have thrown them away.

just goes to show that i'm dependant, i'm an adict, i'm a fuck-up

whatever you want to call it, call me, go ahead, I've said it many times before

meds are kicking in, thoughts losing coherency

losing the ability to write down what I want

so fuck it all, if I feel inspired later

even if it's insipid garbage, I'll write.

but for now, goodbye while I enjoy

my temporary leave of absence from

myself, my thoughts, my life, my stress, my stupidity.