5 years ago. January 12, 2019 at 1:49 AM
I’m incurable
I’m fed
But I want more
I drink
But it’s never enough
I watch and read
But my mind spins
It weaves a story
Too fantastic
I feel silly
Like a child
Reaching
For what
I have no idea
I want
But should I
Could I even
I feel plagued
And broken
The pieces
They might look better
Fractured
Rather than
Improperly mended
A distorted picture
A fire
Could seal
Those jagged edges