Dearly Beloved...

are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying.
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
A place that's in between insane and insecure.

Oh therapy can you please fill a void?
Am I retarted or am I just overjoyed?

Nobody's perfect and I stand accused, for lack of a better word and that's my best excuse.

I have this empty void inside of me, that will never be full again.
I'm falling down into a pit of snakes.
Bad grades and lack of motivation.

I feel as if I've hit rock bottom and soon, I'm just gonna explode.
A river of tears are headed my way, I know it.
Its too late to keep my eyes open and think to much.

I wish I was a better writer.
I wish I could sum what I feel right now up.
Into a poem or think piece so people would have to dissect it.

But I just can't. Not now.
Goodnight moon.