winter was the thief I blamed while I picked the lock

sweat on my brow from the furnace when I pawned joy

crunch Doritos in my bed watched by clicking clock

sink each night into a mattress and pillow void

I knew I was the villain as much as victim

slicing my own Achilles and sampling the blood

and Rolling in my self induced psycho schism

if I stood up I was rushed away by the flood

call the doctor on the phone made of thick lead

but the poison sinks in,  I fall that much further

into the prison made in my pity soaked bed

and every last step I take is laced in terror

how do I get up, exist, when my body hates me?

they’ll be so thrilled they were right, calling me crazy