drug locket

i’ve got a million thoughts racing through.
a mixture, random collection ranging from robinsons to train stations.
cant really focus, cant really register these thoughts.
cant find the energy for this, that and all the drama.
seriously had enough of the hoo-haa,
that over-rated bullshit.

stop asking me for answers.
stop expecting me to perform to your standards.
im not a freakshow for your personal enjoyment.

i cant find the fucking ms posting.
i searched okay, bloody hell.
found no shit man. fuck it

i feel a fever coming on,
with those bloody ulcers.
cold sore and a sore eye.

train rides with bloodshot eyes that stare blankly into the distance
phone text and calls filled with emptiness
& the awkwardness of being all & nothing.