Spoken Poem

My battle with myself affects everything I do in my life ...

Sometimes. I just lock my self in a dark cold room and just sit myself in the middle...

sometimes when I’m with people. 

I want to be alone in that room 

I wanna scribble all my crimes on the wall and break all the bottles that cause me to fall 

Oh, and all the prescriptions that I spilled on the floor? 

I want them to be drenched in all the tears and blood I’ve fucking drawn...

And on those days I fall to my knees..

I wish I could be alone and no one was there..

I wish No one was with me..

Cause that’s where I lock the real me

The version on me that 

you don’t wanna see.