FoundAlongRoad

And when I’m just about to write again, happy
Plummet down
Spinning in the air like someone, grab me
Maybe I should just take the lithium
Keep myself permanently numb
But then why even be alive
Isn’t this the stuff that fuels those hyperlexic nights
When the words come from the hurt
And we create from the grief and insanity
I’ve never made anything great
So maybe if I let the chaos have me
If I can still function after
Maybe I’ll get a decent chapter
Hasn’t so much of what broke me
Been sacrificed for others or for the experience subconsciously
Fuck me.