Poetry is pain. I only have words when I can't take the strain. In the day to day when I can't complain, then I feel nothing and have nothing to say. The same ten thoughts on a loop, the same old shtick- This is just as effective as a doctor's anaesthetic, for numbing the mind. I dose up till I stop feeling sick. As much as I hate it, I'll keep playing the game, running thoughts over and over endless cycle in my brain. I am useless when I'm fine, tragically boring when I'm sane, because I only have words when I'm madly in pain.