JHem

I’m rolling around in dirt covered anxiety. I tremble and shake as I take another pill. It’s like a bunch of earthquakes on my property. I don’t even know how I got so ill. I have peering eyes all over me. It makes me get all tipsy. My boat rocks on the same old sea. Life jacket no longer gives me safety. I have voices asking how I’m composed, But I’m always on my tiptoes I have on my suit and tie at all times. “Mr. Rockstar during the weekend at bars?” I get home from my job of being pristine. I breathe in deep as I try to stay clean, Until the locks trap me here with steam. Like a balloon filled to the brim, I sail on by going even higher. Days gone to wonder, Pop, I become lighter. Tabloids say I died taking pills  To press my lips against death. Not remembered as lifeless stills Overdosed on depressions meth.