i cannot write.
i cannot think.
i cannot sleep.
i can only work work work work work
until i drop dead.
i read your poetry every day
searching for myself
in every syllable.
but it's all about me!
i
i
i
ineedsleep.
i
i
i
iamamess.
just like this poem i think i am good at writing.
(amessamessamess)
i
i
i
iwouldtakeasleepingpillbut
it would only result in a mess.
i have been awake for 48 hours luv