Many moonless nights
I spent staring at the stars
Spinning spurious meaning
From my messy mind
I’d make my psyche spit
Salty and sour sayings
At me, hoping to be happy
Having no idea how to get there
The page brings me meaning
Helps my messy mind mend
Sanity sinking into the skin
Makes me more like Matt
And less than Matt
Poetry Overdose 