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A few minutes to write this. I don't think it's special or anything, but I feel the need to post it.

Serious as a heart attack
Clichéd and over the edge
Try to be cool revealed as a hack
Rhyme this line and left to dread

Nothing more to write
Empty brain syndrome
A drink to clear it up
Lazy eyelids instead of epiphany
Left to myself and I don’t feel free

My two arms and the best hug
Lonely morning awake at 4 a.m.
Boozed and drugged and nothing to give
Procrastinating even not to live

A drink to clear it up
A drink to clear it up
A love to pick me up
Don’t leave me to me
It will never get done
End of the world
I'll still refuse to move