Sunday, February 17, 2008
Oh God, this is me at my worst. (Written sometime before Christmas)
Whenever you say you're unhappy,People want a reason why.
But I don't have one.
I have a million.
I let the past affect me
and the present get me down.
So I'm left hoping for the future
Wondering when that's going to work out.
I suppose it's my own fault
For trying to take it all alone.
But examples of the past have shown me
It's safter to keep home problems in the home.
The only thing that's keeping me here is hope.
Hope for a life alone, away from these problems.
But it's getting pretty risky
Staking everything on hope,
Something that seems as fragile as me.
I took four times the daily dosage
Just to last me through one night.
And somehow the floor seems better than the bed.
It's too far anyway.
And I would have called if
I had been left with more
Than just the battery.
But the rest of my phone is
In the hands of the one doing the battery.
So now I'm tired, but
I'm fearful of sleep
I wish the neighbors
had intervened.
So if they find this notebook
Let them find the bottle
In the shoebox in my closet
Because I'm too lazy to move it into full view
to show my daily dosage.
Stay awake, stay awake
Please stay awake
Because this might
Be our last time.
Make the best of it
Make the best of it
Please, make the best of it
Because we're running out of time.
Why did I choose
To punish myself with
Something they deserve?
So what do I do now?
It's probably dissolved
And heading for a nerve.
Just stay awake, just stay awake.
That's all you have to do.
Drown out the screaming
But keep out the dreaming
Or otherwise you'll lose.
Oh God that was another yawn.
Anything but another yawn, please.
Of all the things in this world
Who knew a yawn would be the death of me?
There is no disappointment
Like the kind I just had
When last month the pills
You've taken went bad.