Using any energy
I have left at all
To hold myself together
They can't see me fallI don't want to be
alive or dead
I don't want to be
inside my head
I don't want to be
inside yours insteadPills, pills, pills
I don't want pills
Pills are for the ill
I'd rather lie stillWhy?
What's the reason?
I have seen no great treason
No fearful cries
No hideous lies
Only my own
Which I despiseUsing any energy
I have left at all
To hold myself together
You can't see me fallI can't even
Write
With this thing
In the
WayJust turn away
YOU ARE READING
Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.