Lost in my mind, staring at an open space,
My thoughts are louder than the cries of the human race.
Feeling empty inside, but my heart is full,
With a body so cold, even though my sweater is made of wool.
Why are oranges orange?
Why is water fresh?
Why am I even awake?
Do I despise rest?
So many questions, so many thoughts,
Some logical, others not so much,
But it only confirms that with the world I've lost touch.
This is the time where I experience my bottled in pain,
Where I can freely express how I'm feeling without effort or strain.
Just a natural expression of numbness,
A sigh of relief, before reality snaps before my eyes and leaves me in disbelief.
Would the world even matter if I was gone,
Was it a blessing that I was born?
Oh, I'm not suicidal, but I do think about death,
Made friends with the Grim Reaper, he lost his bet.
Now I have with me a cool looking scythe, my greatest collection yet.
Now I've babbled and gotten sober,
It's 4 A.M, my episode is over...

~Tremar Ivey~