Who Needs A Clever Title Anyways?

I exist on music, polluted air, diet pills and lithium.
I haven't injested much else since Tuesday night.
I don't really need anything else.
6 days until I get away and out of my head.
This is going to be my lost weekend.
Hopefully, I find my way back.
Hopefully I don't lose myself completely.
Hold on to your hat, Mr. Toad...
It's going to be a wild ride.

The Girl With The Thorn In Her Brain

She stares at the page-
So White and Pure
Wanting to defile it
With scribbles resembling words and slashes and heartache.
Her mind held together with pharmaceutical bandages
And nicotine and choruses.

But everynight the nightmares and tremors come,
Clawing their way through the drug induced haze,
Tearing away at her sanity.

She wants to be the paper's nightmare.
Wanting to make it unblanaced and imperfect, and
She wants to make the pages understand.

She wants someone to understand.