alltheavenueslookugly

here begins april.

try to sleep but it isn’t going to work – my wet dreams involve me screaming and chewing through the wall of the basement while i continue to worry too much about things like how i hate being haunted and trying to cover the cracks in my face. there are dead frozen beetles up and down on the stairway. and you are right – this story, these rants and confessions are never ending.

song one.

i tell myself that i am impossible at times – mind gone and walking around in medication coma begging you to feed me sex and applesauce and a cure for this burden that by now must be six tons of shit and sorrow – and i am growing tired like i haven’t slept in months –

song two.

let me think about things for a moment.

think

think

i might have a joke hidden in here but it is private and not so hilarious. something to do with prescribed pills.

song three

(nothing here)

song four

something just scurried across my bare foot.

i am madness and sometimes simple and i would love to allow the earth the opportunity to swallow and destroy me.

~ by alltheavenueslookugly on 2014/04/01.

Posted in april14
Tags: bipolar disorder, depression, dreams, guilt, insomnia, medications, nightmares, self harm, sex, sleep