Coffee (poem)

I I think I need some coffee. Put a gun to my forehead and tell me what you really feel. If im cut into parts will I still be profitable, a doller for my brain and a discount on my eyes. I think I need some coffee. I will vomit blue ink and tell you that is what love is, it's funny how even the most cushioned are becoming damaged in this day and age. You dig your nails into your torso and you find only helium inside, nothing but separated molecules keeping you walking. Can I be everything at once, say what you need me to say and think what I need to think.  I will always be like this and it will always be like this. Accepted stasis in this vacuum. I can do nothing. I think I need some coffee. One day we will reach a state of apathy and then I can feel happy. But for now, just let me go get my coffee.