at the boston public

might I find

an answer here

amongst these timeless pages

immortal words

engraved on stone

but oh, my headache rages

I need to sit

to lie, to sleep

to close my eyes

collapse in a heap

but I am in a library

and Ben Franklin has his eye on me. 

3 feet

3 feet back

Was the end of my rope

I was trying to hold on

But I slipped

Every twist and turn

Is another crash and burn

If there was a lesson to learn

I forgot it

3 feet long

My list of reasons why

Too bad it's in shreds

Along with my mind

My hands have no skin

What kind of sin

Am I being punished for

Again and again

3 feet under

Only halfway down

Finish me off

Or let me take a breath

Push me til I stumble

Kick me when I'm down

I'm too tired of fighting

I have nothing left.