Wanted

Wanted: New Brain

I think my old one is broken

Because, you see,

It wants me to die

So I need a new one

One not atrophied

From all these vicious thoughts

That seem to kill it

I need one

That won’t malfunction

Or try to end me

To put itself out of misery

One without trauma

Or poison in its crevices

One without ghosts

That lurk in its passageways

I am only 18

But this brain of mine

Sounds like a feeble old man

Asking for release

So I will pay any price

For one that won’t try to kill me

By making my hands linger

Over bottles of Tylenol

With fleeting thoughts

Of downing it all