Flushed away

Every single day, as time ticks away, closer 2 the end, how much longer can I pretend, to be clean and serene, do you know what I mean? These crappy poems are driving me insane, but that is all that's jumping around in my brain. Every second and all the time, could it get more annoying-I could start to mime. Is there any sense in it at all, we'll see when we get to withdrawal. Does this shit make any sense to you? Neither to me but what the fuck can I do. The only way to get rid of it is to let it out, writing it down is much better than to scream and shout???