Ex-insomniac Has passive dreams Yet still seems Aggressive and unhealthy As the two people who made him Who share similar traits But different personas One sips on coronas While the other ingests the ***** And that guy thinks he's my papa But never showed me real love I mean where was he when I used to sit in the bath tub And lacerate my forearms and shoulders When my mom cries I hold her But when I cry I curl up And shed tears And lay here Alone I sleep And when I wake up its all fine Because the past is behind Me All I get is rest to heal my ******* wounds And on rare occasions I get to watch the freaking moon Yes that is the most That I'll ever really get And if I comatose It'll be a situation I won't regret But for now I'm really cold And the people around me are all so late The next time I choose to rest I'm going to ******* hibernate!
Written 5/9/14 under less than assuring circumstances.