Sitting
Waiting
Watching
The walls melt around me and I am left in its puddle of creamed colors
The floor is weak beneath me and it moans with threatening cries
This room I've built is falling apart
The only shelter around for miles is quickly being reduced to rubble
And all I can do is sit there
Waiting
Watching
For it crumble down once more

Doing better and getting better are two different things

I can't even write anymore
They took away my brilliance and wit
All imagination that swept me away from this earth
With the prescriptions and tossing of heads to begin and end a day
The days not exceeding any sort of progress or regression
Idle
Stationary
And never moving
They said they would rid me of the thoughts
I did not know they meant all thoughts
Shallow
Flat
Numb
Until I have a moment of clearness
When I know I never would have wanted it the way it was now
But, instead
I can't even write anymore