Cooked - Poem by Carolyn Vuletic

black stars in the path
noone understands
i want out
i want in
all i want is sin
i want a void, in my head
let me be like the others
i, m sick of being sick
i, m so tired of not making sense
pity me, envy me, cry for me
i want to feel again
the numbness has made me giddy
how do i not see the humour in my situaton?
i have completley lost the plot
i, m cooked