Of choking on my insanity
Of thinking I should be…
Be…
Just be…
When I want to be nothing
Because I can’t fucking breathe
I’m choking on the expectation
Of being
when I’m chained by my thinking
So I lie in bed lying
pretending to be sleeping
while I’m choking on thinking.
I hate thinking so I drink til I’m Drowning
I can’t breathe and I’m not thinking
So I drink until I’m
No thing.