I am
still here
still on chemicals
I am
still a lab rat
a test tube
a project
of what
I used
to
be.
I am
still sad
still mad
still thirsty
for water,
wine,
don't
can't
fine.
I am,
still and alone
not a rolling stone
not anything
at all.
I am
-what-
what I am,
because
I'm still
here.
still,
lying still
as the pendulum
draws closer
and closer,
I am a sore loser,
a sore victim
of myself,
of what I used to be.
can't
don't
won't
be that way
no more
nevermore.
I am,
dosed and
contained,
self-restrained,
self-taught
on pain
and lacerations
I want to
give
me.
I am,
nothing
at all,
no one
at all
yet
I am
I dream,
I take
it all
the fucking
meds,
and
still
I
am
n
o
t
h
i
n
g
.
