it's funny

because people say its therapeutic to write about troubling things, but i get so mentally exhausted that i don't even want to bother to spill it all out on paper. 

my excuses give me nosebleeds

they build up and burst out of my head

they surround my skull and make me run away

and wont sound meaningful till im dead

my excuses give me headaches

and rattle the peace in my sleep

they reduce me to head shakes

and im so tired i dont even want to write anymore.