The Thoughts

There's a sickening in my stomach. It makes me wonder. The things that I don't understand. The high. Fuzzy and dizzy again. What shall I do? I'm going to get sick. Words on paper don't make sense. My poor tired heavy head longs to rest. Reality come again another day. I want to see something radical. Something I've never seen before. Bring me to your next level. The taste so bitter I could gag. Chew Chew Chew. Is this the reason why I have come to you today? Thoughts of wavering, wandering guitar riffs. The dungeon is calling my name. I have no name to be called. Scream. Shout. Cry. Yelp. Confusion. Twisted tongues. Numb to the fingertips. Death. Blood. Guts. Torture. Damn aspirin.

The rainbow road crosses my path. Turn right they tell me. I don't want to conform into this everyday path. Left, I choose, left. Shake me awake into a field of flowers. Miles of daisy stare me right between the eyes. Bright blue skies hover over my eyes. Smiles in the clouds point me towards the East. I lift my arms to feel the breeze run through my flesh. Cool air send shivers down my spine. I remember the one thing that cuts me down every time. "You're not the prettiest girl". My soul ices over. Dark thoughts spin. 

I'm strong. I have strength. I have power. Queen, perhaps not. Princess, not even close. Just an average little girl, ha! Wouldn't you like to think so. There's something good in all of us. I know. I just don't believe. What is believing anyways? Some little faith on something that may or may not be true. Truth. Is there even a real truth? Critics will always find some falsehood in your beliefs. Those dumb fucking critics. Hateful. Evil. Vindictive.

My world. My circus. Use it to my advantage. Lock me away in some hospital. No windows. No doors. No escape. Yes, indeed, then I would lose it. Not even a pen to scribble the walls black.

Fuzzy
Dizzy
Confusion

That Blow

Snorting isn't my favorite pastime, but what do you do when you're so fucking bored. Cabin fever. Stakes are highly set on passing that stage years ago. I just want to escape from this reality for awhile. Feel something from a different world. Crushing up those extra 6mg of Clonzo probably won't help this situation. Opioids. The fuzzy dizzy feeling. When did I start enjoying that? Maybe I don't even have a problem. Is bored a sickness? My anxiety, Is it even real? Or is it waiting for that next high? The next glimpse of freedom. The next out of control feeling. Not out of control, just not in control. My mind/thoughts are no longer in control. My body just flows. My body already has a plan when I'm doped up. It can just go. Freely, without questioning opinions of my mind putting me down. What kind of sickness is that? I need that barrier down. A restraint from being myself. Reserved from my own happiness. Where do I go from here? I need assistance, permission, liberation, approval, and the freedom. I'm in constant battle with my mind to do the right things. Not to shut down, unable to process the daily tasks. Is it a attention deficient? Is it a focus problem? Is it a self-esteem problem? Is that holding me back? Self-confidence, because I use to think I had that in High School. Before all the drug use. I thought I could achieve anything. Looking back, I dressed how I wanted to with no care as to how people thought. I came home and worked endlessly on my hobbies. (Sewing, Modeling, Editing) I thought I was highly confident, although I was still very shy. As of now, my world has flopped. I'm not that shy, but I have no confidence. How do I build that up? I need to take the negative people out of my life to move in a supportive uplifting group of people. I use to spend hours in front of the mirror talking to myself. It brought me into another world where I didn't need other people to be happy. I had myself and my reflection. We could talk about anything. Role-play and be the top Anchor for a special news crew. I'm starting to feel the effects of the fuzz. I still have much to say. NO one is out to get me. I need NEED to start looking outward. Noitice other people. How they are feeling? How cute that new hairstyle is? Selflessness is the nicest thing anyone can give. Giving is most important. More than most people would love to talk about themselves, or get a simple compliment.

"Oh my! I love those shoes! What's the story behind those?"
"Wow, look at that necklace! Is that filigree?"
"Hello, I'm Jenny. I'm a stay at home Mom. I'm sous chef next to my grandmother in the kitchen." 
"Call me crazy, but I just love vintage fashion."
 My brain goes haywire after meeting new people. There's always that uncomfortable fear of your feet shuffling or looking down and away for too long. How can I help this behavior?
What is this behavior?
I can see it in front of me. That obstacle. The mountain. The treacherous journey that lies in front of me. Not for one moment, will I lose hope on my self. I can only chance. If that doesn't fly me in to happiness, then by then I will know who the real challenge is. I always hold hope for it. Guidance will be wrapped around us. Chains and thorns, tears and confusion. Lord, please help me. I give all my faith into you. I fear you. I've been up and down for the last seven years. The mood swings, the fatigue, the drained and exhausted mental power is running out of time and patience.