been off the meds, couldn't get out of bed.
essentially it was a mess.
I know what I said, I didn't mean what I said.
essentially it was a mess.
to the point of no return,
it takes us close to nowhere.
the heart tries and tries,
because nothing barely shows up in there.
I don't know how I am.
there's too much to slam, when the slam gets canned.
I gave all my care until I was told it was too much.
it's all gone.
I haven't cared for ever.
some abstraction told me to keep going.
use a product to cope.
if you don't have toilet paper,
use some leaves that look dope.
I just never anticipated some would remain years to come.
a scribe was written.
it was signed.
deleted.
never promised.
things were stolen.
some changed.
some died.
that was my first cry.
something to cope.
yet I never coped,
never lost,
never changed,
it's all still there.
