Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

i sincerely hate this poem.

with 2 comments

i’m been slacking the past few days..

and this is what i came up with for today..

and i hate it.





What have you done to me?

I can’t sleep,

and i can’t eat.


So now I sit and I stare,

almost in a daze

while I listen to them lecture me.


You’ve helped so much,

and i know i’m better off now,

But you’ve also drained my energy.

Sometimes you make me feel so weak,

That i can barely stand.


It’s true you’ve helped me focus,

but sometimes it’s not enough.

I still can’t sleep,

and i still can’t sleep,

Oh, what has Vyvanse* done to me?


*Vyvanse is pretty much adderoll, it’s for ADD.


Written by saraj2300

February 10, 2009 at 4:42 am

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. that shit will mess yo shit up
    but i like it why do you hate it


    February 10, 2009 at 4:53 am

    • i don’t hate it..
      i just didn’t have anything else to write about 😛
      and i figured a poem about drugs could be interesting.


      February 10, 2009 at 5:24 am

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