I got a bit absentminded this year
I guess you could say I was
,my brain cells turned flaccid,
by the end of the ******* world.
You can change the world,
but you can never fix humanity.
Posting an old draft I found
I changed my name.
You may not recognize my face but,
always I am, yours.
Now you can call me,
Give me a break
From this everlasting feeling
Of existential dread.
I know its dramatic
But, when will I start healing
From this chaos in my head?
Honestly, I have realized
I’ll just have to keep dealing,
Up until I’m dead.
*I wish I had put more effort into this but here you go.
Liquor lubricates my inhibition
I like it
The feeling just between sober and over intoxicated
Ive been made aware
That this is not sustainable
The trauma catches up
Comes in many forms
Spent the last 5 years
To make a therapist appointment
Self diagnosed myself
A couple times over
And YouTube recommendations
I put off
Writing a love letter
To my best friend
To what could have been
Not all the time
It’s just not healthy to keep your mind up past its capacity.
As romanticized as 4am is, you brain will lose elasticity.
Just give it up and go close your eyes.
Save your energy for the sunrise.