I think I lost my ability to write sober and it scares me shitless
Everything I've ever wrote that's worth something has been a product of drugs
Everything that has ever rhymed
and flowed
and ebbed like the sea has been a result of alcohol
I am a cliché
All of my thoughts are the same recycled ones of the media and social influence that are only brought to surface with chemicals in my bloodstream
All of my romanticism and pain and obsessive verses are mediocre when I am not high
I am not as creative as I claim
I am a fraud
I am a fraud.

When you want something,
but you don't know what.
Maybe it's a want to want,
misplaced in hopes of filling
the ever-present void in you.
Maybe it's happiness.

Maybe it's as close as you'll ever get.

I want want want,
I need need need,
A love that will let me bleed,
To seep into his thoughts,
Flounder in his bed,
Be all the locked up secrets
In his jumbled head,

Want need want,
Someone to hold me so tight,
When all I desire is to fight,

Need want need
This terrible disease.

my mom told me i look homeless

i told her i was

Talk the walls down and drought the moat of emotion