(Worth ignoring.)

The jets are taking off from the runway
While I sit, huddled, in one of these plastic chairs
Ignoring not watching the news on the TV
Shaking, trying to hold myself together
Must not let anyone else see what I've done
What I've taken, the shot in the arm that bleeds
All I want is to get away, to take a jetliner transport
And motorway myself into oblivion, out of here
I've got no stomach for this, this bullshit and sadness
Plumes of smoke coughed into the air, chemtrails
Overhead in the dusty blue sky, where I will soon be
The only home I've ever had has blown away
Dizziness swims inside, a surge of nausea I pass on
Lights trail, sounds blur, all symptoms of schizophrenia
I've self-induced via the drugs, not exactly a brilliant idea
Boarding pass in hand, the announcer speaks in static
I gather up, clutch my bags, clutch my skin together where it sags
And follow x-ray examination to the gate, where I walk out
I fall fifty feet and hit the concrete, breaking open