Sometimes,
I feel like
I'm high on
Something
I don't
Know

It's sweet
It's bitter
It's sour
It's salty
It's grainy
Maybe
Even causes
A slight
Toothache
                  

Might be high
On my dreams
My hopes
My aspirations

Might be
Full of shit
Smoking shit
That's killing
Me softly
Slowly
Painfully

Though
Honestly
I don't care
Anymore
I'm on six
Different
Drugs

But they
Aren't killing
Me slowly
Softly
Painfully

The dreams
In my pocket
That'll never
Come to be
The hopes
The needs
The little things

They're killing
Me softly
Slowly
Painfully

-Christella