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.