buried in my room , sinking deeper under cover my mind closes down and the thought of the door (that **** door) gets farther and harder, and farther away...
a breaker blows. (power out)
i sit up. still can't make the door, but now I'm writing
I Must Get out of this Room .
-worst case scenarios / stuck in my head-
(having not slept last night, i was determined today would be different)
I get up, then change my mind about a hundred times regarding a shower ...and try ...and try, to just make it out the door I drank a beer, smoked a whole pack, and took my Abilify by four..
[still feeling somehow trapped with no escape ... by that **** door]
allright , here it is... I write primarily for thereputic purposes, but I have, for some time now, given thoughts to maybe perhaps posting one or two, or just a few.. pieces of this sort of thing on here... ?? Not really sure yet ... ... don't know if its apropriate enough (or understandable by enough) to post as "poetry" heheheh