PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

All of a sudden you don't care, because you sure ass hell haven't acted like that, but okay claudia Woke up one morning feeling not like myself, like I was outside of the storm like I was looking what I felt, not exactly in my body but yet still controlling it, my head is pounding, my stomachs hurting, maybe I should take a stroll a bit, see my love left last night they said they was over it, get over it, love aint what we had we just focused it, so I walked away in some distress add to that of all these stress its a mess, see I got kicked out of school, and no one seem to protest, am I not the greater of the population, why am I the less? All I know is I grab this blunt and this liquor and put all the non factors to rest, but now I've woken up in some deep kinda mess.
See I saw this young cup and I saw the brown paper the green in my eyes, something like a vapor, I grabbed it and I held like a kid holding a mom and the daddy over striving but in real life the life span aint long, see I grabbed this cup and this blunt and that was all I need because I looked in that girls eyes and it was nothing but deceive because that aint her real dad and this aint the real me because I don't smoke or drink, but the messes that I'm in no one seems to care no one need to please my needs, but I'm human to and cutting my wrist aint the right clue, because I never wear sleeves, meaning that's just some judgment upon the person that I'm living inside of but this physical body isn't really me? Oh you got nice materialistic and that makes you better? What about the strive what about the heart what about the effort?! Does that really count or are these drunken thoughts really overly measured? Am I dramatic or is the truth? Because just because I don't got money don't mean that's make me better than you! These are all drunken thoughts and yeah that's the truth, Or are they intertwined emotions I never got to say to you