Pills,vials and half lifes Have left my mind hiding in tablet bottles. .. Making love to the sweet torment of depressions ***** that i have grown to call home
The worthlessness knocks at myΒ Β door after a test..I don't open it It creeps in after a quiz Creeps after the lecture Creeps in and kidnaps my mind
I am soaring with no place of rest my mind has become a beautiful graveyard...with the tombstones of self esteem, confidence and will to live ,who all died the same day,lie there side by side
I never unattended their funerals, I was too busy mourning under my sheets Mourning in nightmares and perfect dreams Mourning at my wedding ... I suckled at the breast of sadness,yesterday wrote in his memoir...
Addendum:have you ever been niether dead nor alive?