I am drowning in tiredness. Feeling nothing but restless. Haven't touched a book, Also forgot how to cook. Nor have I written poems these days, God, how can I ever escape this maze. I'm so lonely in my bed. And there's evil voices in my head, God, the things which it led. Now I look at myself with nothing But disgust. The dreams I had, Now they're all just crust. Felt empathy for even the fake elves on my shelf Now I just feel sorry for myself. They ask me now why I've become so cold If only they knew these feelings that I hold. I think I'll just sit there Pretending to be a Margaret. And I guess it's time for me To pick up a cigarette. I know I'd never do it, I swore, But I just can't help it cuz of my lore. I'm so deeply lost in this realm. And I'm so deeply sorry to myself.