pain killers
are good for the pain
because they take it away
and replace it with sleep
but then
they make me nauseous
and stop my shit
from flowing.
oh, it’s a constant
give and take.
i make the dumbest
fucking mistakes.
i sit and stare
and make no moves.
i go out
for one last smoke
before i sleep
and lock myself out
of my friends house.
i wake up his dad
to get back in.
now i really feel bad,
i peed in his lawn.
when I was young
about 13 or so
I was lucky enough
to believe I loved two.
they both broke my heart
but at least one
was was real enough
to make it harder to care
for anyone afterwards
I’m not closed off
I care for those around me
but at this point in my life
I simply
cry over their demise
before I go to sleep.
everyone leaves, lies
and dies.
the sooner we predict this,
the sooner we give away
our ability to be hurt by them.
or so I tell myself
as I clutch the
hand of my best friend
to my chest
and pray to feel okay
or at least
slip into
a dreamless slumber.
at times,
when i can not sleep at night,
the thought of you
suffering as i have
at your hands,
is all that keeps me sane.
one day soon
i can only hope
that as much as you
have crushed me
and ruined my will to live
at times
that someone
so kindly
returns the favor.
didn’t sleep a fucking wink
last night.
fuck.
god damn,
this insomnia fucking hurts.
all i can do is just
be tired
and sit here and wait
for sleep to come.