hazy brains

i need to get a real journal

is anyone else f*****g tired of being tired

i'm sorry but this coffee doesn't do the trick anymore

and i don't feel so right right now

and i want to smoke another f*****g cigarette

after another after another

until my lungs are cold and concrete

i've been staring at my fingers, telling them to write

but my mouth tends to butcher my thoughts

my tongue's all twisted and my hands won't stop shaking

and my eyes look bruised

when truth is i just haven't been sleeping much

and honestly i have no f*****g clue how to conclude this