it's started again.
the pounding, the aching;
the thirst for ecstasy both material and not.
i'm tired of this dumbbell sitting in my skull,
and i'm tired of these cymbals in my eyes.
i want to eat that hard candy again
laced with medicines to make me feel alright.
i want to breathe and not ache,
not in my chest,
but in my heart.
i'm tired of being tired,
and i'm tired of the screaming hangovers
and the fucked up midday alarms.
i'm not sleeping,
quit trying to wake me up.
i'm not sleeping,
quit ringing in my head.
i'm not sleeping,
quit keeping me awake.
i'm not sleeping,
but i sure do want to be.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
PoésieVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
