LSD to fix my OCD
brains on paper, that's poetry
Hoping no one would notice me
When I'm fucking up, that's supposedly.
Never tell me that life is good
When it's pouring rain in my neighborhood
To make it out, let's say I could
But I tend to quit, so misunderstood.
I lie to myself to keep me calm
But at the same time, they kill me dead
Wars in my dreams, all dropping bombs
Until I wake up, it was in my head.
I take those same drugs to keep me cool
But also much under the weather
I tend to cry after, tears making a pool
There's no way I'll get any better.
YOU ARE READING
Returns: a collection of self
No FicciónA collection of poems and short stories from my mind.
