"1993"
 

1993 is such a haze to me
Lost, I was
In the fog
Of my deteriorating
Mentality
I spent
A few months
Traveling
The rest
Of the time
I was in and out
Of hospitals
I remember
People
Mostly
And, beautiful places
Secondly
But, most definitely
I remember
The feeling
Of 1993
I was all awash in
An ocean of
Sadness
And, confusion
I laid down
All of my self-preservation
Instincts
And, just let everyone
Kill me
In 1993
There was no reality
I tried to kill myself
For the first time
Because, I was convinced
That someone
I'd met that year
Thought so poorly
Of me
Now, I go back and forth
With that thought
Some days it's here
Some days it's not
The summer of 1993
was so blistering
The rest of the year
Was just a mystery
1993...