i lost myself

or maybe just my mind

it was worth taking a shot to find myself again

so i did

 

at first it was rather horse

painful,

but i grew to knew it as a good thing

 

the toxic tonic made me forget

why i was angry

why i was you

reborn again

everything was new

 

eventually things grew old again

and so again

i relied on the shot

bundles of fun

 

soon they will have just begun

begun to fade

again at home

with misery sustained

 

so as i ponder the future

unsure if i will buy a gun

or just love the needle

i am fairly certain i will take a shot

and it will be my last

 

Poems of depressing frustration