Back in the bad place

Where I don’t want to be

Sliding down towards

Being nice and pleasant

Hiding the problem and


As much as possible

If I can stop that fall

I can do anything

I want

No one

Someone is read my poems
they even likes it
Time passes I write
Trying to keep my
self together
Lonely is the path
That I am on
I was commanded to walk this path
by the history of my family
My confused ancestors 
My perplexed oncle
My neurotic mother
My selfish father
My perverted brother
My super neurotic girlfriend
My non existent boyfriend
And me myself and I

Sometimes at night I wake up feeling ill