10:45 pm: Insane

You drive me insane

With your words, and my world was never quite the same

Which is fake and which is real

I need more than three days to heal

Three months probably, at this rate

Even though there never was a date

Yeah we talked, but not really

As you and I never knew each other truly

Your posts are only a fraction who you are

I only saw what was close and not what was far

Okay, I should now stop

And put an end to this drama with a bottle top

Like a coke bottle, red and frizzy

You make my mind go dizzy

Or that was just the alcohol in my blood

I should end this poem before this ends in a flood

Of confusion and hatred

And everything turns into dust.