10 PM
2nd poem in the Melancholy series
Memories always clouding my vision
They say I shouldn’t let them, do I listen?
How can I escape when my mind is my prison?
Without even hearing what’s being said
I tell myself I don’t relate, in my head
My brilliant mind only ever seems to hinder me
You got some bullets for my misery?
If you ever have enough courage, shoot me to bits
Really, all you’ll have done is beat me to it