I feel tired..., eyes drooped, the fire slowly dying, the flower slowly suffercated, a shell lying, on the floor, let me be,i cant take no more, conversations of other peoples problems, everybodys got them, these days are hard,i tell them, seek counciling cos i aint qualified, left and right sleeves tugged, by two sides of ones mind, and my mind is stolen, abused by complainers, then given back unwhole, peices go missing with each problem not my own, leave me alone, am i home or is this a hotel?, life giver giving me hell, her nerves are shot to shit, but i aint the culprit, retreat to my pit, for peace, but to no avail, confronted by pale face, of unintresting tales, ''do you think you need medication''?, my reply is this, medication is for the unevolved mind 'miss', my minds an abyss, as deep as the ocean, so whatever the problem, theres a solution floating, i find you insulting, to my intelligence and essence, my minds a heaven for those seeking lessons, i find your topics vulgar, attacked by self centered ogres, life dont give 'solve your worrys tokens', leave me alone..... I just want to write this poem, but shes still talking, my slow death is unknown.....