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Before I Go to Sleep
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Self-Poetry One more message before I go to sleep;
I hope my brain doesn't make a peep.
For, I have to soothe my brain with lots of alcohol;
Which will not make me fall.
For, there is so much painful conflict within me;
Which makes me not care about the love of a tree.
I am so severely mentally ill;
But, tonight I cannot take my pills.
Because I am severely drunk;
My breath probably smells just like a skunk.
It's time for people to know that I am not such a cupid;
That, a lot of times, I act stupid.
I need my cigarettes, anti-depressants, and alcohol;
That is the only way to turn me into a doll.
For, I am full of schizophrenia and depression;
Which often makes me fall into regression.
But, I have the potential to be a better person;
If I can quit my cursin';
If I weren't so judgemental;
I would be quite a bit less temperamental;
That's what you get for dealing with a woman with depression and schizophrenia;
You get poetry filled with calmness and mania!
