Manic State

[INTRO] This is my manic state. So excuse me While I display My self-care emesis Across this page. [VERSE 1] I’m about to get lost In my lines. Like time. Like this whole thing Was only ever A concept in our minds. I don’t hope. I imagine. They’ll listen When I speak. My language is colorful. Four-letter words. Starting with F. Ending with K. You see? U-C? I don’t curse. I create. With verbs. With vowels. With sounds. Impeccable timing To turn it upside down. [BUILD] Pointer finger In the middle of a forehead. Trying to stop it While the whole room spins. Round and around. No ground. No landing. Only elevated intentions. Levitating dimensions. Thoughts revolving. Life evolving. Hearts resolving All the pain We sinfully call living. [BREAKDOWN] Why all the suicidal tendencies? Let’s sweep it underneath the rug. Call it attention. Call it weakness. Call it whatever makes us comfortable. But what’s the deeper cut? What happens When it isn’t enough? What happens When it becomes too much blood? What happens When numbness becomes home? [BUILD] Drugs. Drink. Pills. Powders. Anything To feel less. Anything To think less. Anything To hurt less. No love. No sun. Just darkness. Depression. And another morning We don’t want to wake up to. [CLIMAX] What is our purpose? Are we worth it? What is worth? Why were we born? Why are we here? WHAT IS THIS EARTH?! [OUTRO] I’d better stop While I’m behind. Because everybody thinks I’m perfectly fine. Or maybe… Maybe they’ll finally realize I’m lost in these lines. And strangely enough… It’s one of my favorite places To find myself.