i used to feel so alienated and not be able to express myself at all
then i started taking meds and i can't stop
I'm pouring my heart out into my work
soon there will no blood left for my heart to pump
i write about my pain and suffering
letting the blood pool around the bullet wound in my head
too much is gone, to little is left to hold
i feel like i won't have much longer in this palace
with old gothic architecture and a sad gloomy storm
will the sunny days soon come?