Is this me, or is that him?
He need’s to stop doing this, I’m driving me insane.
He keeps making me play, this same fucking game.
If only there was a way, to keep him at bay?
But I’m lost and he’s bored, so he tells me to stay.
So together we play, this game all night through.
He’s happy, I’m not, I really didn’t want to.
If only I could, kill him but not me? Then maybe I’d be happy, smiling and free?
But I can’t find a way, I really can’t see.
How to lose him and find who is me.
(2012)
The majority of my poems are during the comedown from being high, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and the effects to wear off.
