You’re sick in your bones and that’s the worst kind.
That sickness ain’t compared to the one in your mind.
Those **** clothes hang over your **** bones.

More fragile then bambi but stronger then anyone I’ve ever dreamt about.
I want to hook onto your collar bones and protest about everything you know about.

I don’t like it here Sam.
Pretty
Girls
Look
At
Me
Funny.
I just want to sleep.
I always want to sleep.
The bags under my eyes are the same shade as this **** pencil led.
The same color as that smoke I miss so much.
That smoke that took me away.
I
Just
Want
To
Sleep.
I’m livid I’m writing so fast that my arm is cramping.
Ana stole your life, she ***** your head and your body.
She
Stripped
You
Out
Of
Your
Clothes,
And messed with your eyes.
She allowed you to let metal dance on your skin.
It wasn’t you Sam, it was your evil twin Ana.
I get so mad I just wanna lay down for a little bit.
Everyone is looking at me.
I
Can’t
Breathe.
I have to breathe cuz I can’t cause a scene.
I need my partner in crime.
These lines didn’t turn out perfectly like I wanted them too.
They need to be perfect for a perfect recovery and a perfect person called Sam.
This ain’t perfect so I’m going to go take a **** nap.

An octopus has three hearts but I still love you more than it ever could.
Dragonflys see everything but I’ve seen more plus some. I’ve been in your head.
Did you know elephants have 45 liters of blood? I bet it wouldn’t give up a drop for you but I’d give you all mine.
It’d be unforgettable and I know that because elephants don’t forget.
I don’t know If you knew but when wolves get separated from there pack they cry.
They submit themselves to the sky and beg for an answer.
They will
cry and
cry and
cry until their breath is gone, laying limp weezing.
Baring teeth to scare off the darkness as they fade into the light.
Did you know that I love you more then a octopus ever could, I’ve seen more of you then a dragon fly ever would, I honestly don’t think elephants remember everything and that you are my pack.

I wonder if sheep look up at the sky and get sad.

They're crying for the other sheep to come back.

When the dam breaks I will die on impact, while going 60 on the highway your breaks went out, and the cancer came back.

I'm sitting in a tub full of water scratching at the skin that holds my organs together.

This isn't ******* poetry.

I'm sitting in a tub of my own dirt listening to my dog bark.
His frustration could be mistaken for artillery.

I swear to you this isn't poetry.

Bananas bruise to show that they're ready, I thought you should know that.

I think I'm ready.

I've got 50 states of panic.
They're all moshing in the pit of my stomach.
I've got arthritis is my voice so I only have a certain range of communication,
I tend to lock up at the most terrible time, getting stuck on the joint of wanting to tell everybody everything all at once.

Just like the old man across the street.
The warden of his disease forces him to have all lights off by 9:30.  
If the lights still show by 10:00 we call to see if his disease escaped his prison.
The stutter at the end of the line gives us back our breath that we've been holding onto for so long.
I bet he lost track of time flipping through pictures of his sweet Joan.
I think he wants to cross over onto the next street just to hold her hand.

My 50th state of panic is that no one will call if my light is left on a little too long.

I'm a knock off brand of bipolar.
Prescribed with a mood stabilizer.
I shouldn't have to take pills to be normal.
Pills shouldn't be mixed with pills.
Side affects become the problem.

I'm a dammed race horse, spooked on a track when I see a stray piece of my own hair.
The walls and floor move because of my past addictions.
I can make myself sweat by only thinking it's too hot.
Protecting strangers just to protect.

I could take pills for that, but I'm sitting right here with my side affects.

Medication gives different perceptions.
Different life's to live, I'll just keep taking my dosage because I will not start over again.