I've been waiting for this feeling to flow out of my fingertips
onto the tattered page.
My pen mocks me while it scribbles Words.
Just words.
*******.
Stop
Back
Again
My poetry is faded.
My brain's mind won't tell my body what it wants.
Pills
Alcohol
Regrets.
The world is always questioning.
Everyone shouts to me:
Everyone feels the way you do!
******* talk about it!
You don't know what I mean
What I want
you have no idea
you can't diagnose me
You don't know what my words even mean
They're foreign to you
So i hold my tongue
Bite at my lips.
Taste the blood
Eyes down
Okay.
Tell me who I am.
I can take it for a minute
Then go away
Let me be what you made me.
Selfish
Entitled
Superior
I'll sit in my makeshift castle
the master of my death.