My mind is a mess

Abstract and obsessed

Constantly thrilled

It won’t be stilled

By anything loved at first bite

Overwhelmingly underwhelmed in this chaotically dull world

I can’t make up my mind

I’ve made up my mind

My mind is a dream

Tiny dreams with every blink

I can’t think

I can’t cry anymore

And oh how I would cry!

I would weep and my tears would seep

Into every crevice

Of every soul who could hear me

I put my socks on to keep what’s left of me from draining into the floor

Just me in my socks

Staring at the door

Everything I consume is poison

Drugs

Sugar

Chemicals

Blah

Blah

Blah

Even without it all I’d still lose my mind.