Save your words and be gone.
Don't let me hold on.


U      
  G    
      H   

I'm too strong,
yet too weak,
that I need,
and I feed,
on,
your,
love.

You are my drug.

It's like I can live without it,
but my mind would fail me,
in a certain moment,
of time,
I would,
eventually,
lose my mind.

This poem makes no sense,
neither does my life,
or the recovery process,
which I'm trying to 'possess'.

I am such a

MESS.

What am I trying to express?
I have no idea.
I guess we all need a space,
to vent and take that weight off our chest,
so it doesn't end up breaking our necks,
from the pressure in our hearts, bones & veins.

Again, this makes no sense,
so excuse the mess of this,
this poem I am trying to write,
using the thoughts of my messed up mind,
which is the reason, for this poem,
which is a mix of lovely & ugly.

  Messy poetry.
By me.

Sorry,
but,
maybe,
not sorry.

Excuse my lack of sense,
I just needed to get these thoughts,
out of my crazy mind.