Poetry Live Less Lifeless

[Joey]

I can assure the world
This is definitely not working,

All of the methaphetamine I have,
Abused myself and my very soul.

I have very little left of myself.
Intact so I've never stayed put.

Together for I can't pull it together!
Closer to death yet each day I live.

Undead and hellish in nature.
While I dream to be fictional.

In reality I am so fucked up,
I've really given up on life.

This isn't a life.
A life isn't this.
This isn't a life.
Is this?

A life?

void