Instead of studying for my Chemistry, Programming, and Calculus C finals like I should be, I wrote this weird poem.
My mind is cluttered
With foreign objects and old photographs
I can hear the words
Before they form on your lips
It sticks like tar in my lungs
I'm not Sick
This cruel joke is sick
Your World is sick
You are sick
I did what any sane, healthy person would do
I denied it
I refused the prescription poison
Better dying through chemistry
The lies ate away at my bone
The truth ate away at my mind
Your love ate away at my body
And hate dissolved the rest
Enough
Give me death
