As you walk.

I'm typing this in the breath of a mental breakdown.
It's been exactly one year since I stopped taking my medication.
And became my own doctor.

I'm so tired.
Can't sleep.

There are no more white horses, or ladies waiting by my door.

I'm no lucky man.

I'm bent.
I'm bent.

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.

I'm feeling dopesick.

I want to be clean, but I can't function without it; too much god damned pain.

People are too busy, too busy to bother.

I love you.
I want you to know
I won't stop you.

I'm not going to live forever.

Say no.

Turn me away.

I don't want to hurt anymore.