Drown out my life with lines I drew.
Drunk on G major to forget pain.
But lately, with nerves frayed and teeth gritted,
I can’t take any more of this.
I think I’m losing it.
Each string I touch becomes barbed wire.
I hate what I wrote, I hate what I’ll write.
If life without art is an uncivilized life
—then be it.
Can’t drink more paint or look pretty in poems
—It wraps itself up to here.
Too high on dopamine,
I think I’m losing it.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
Drown out my life with lines I drew.
Drunk on G major to forget pain.
But lately, with nerves frayed and teeth gritted,
I can’t take any more of this.
I think I’m losing it.
Each string I touch becomes barbed wire.
I hate what I wrote, I hate what I’ll write.
If life without art is an uncivilized life
—then be it.
Can’t drink more paint or look pretty in poems
—It wraps itself up to here.
Too high on dopamine,
I think I’m losing it.
