I don't have a title for this one

This is my next slam poem, and I want you to tell me what you think. Don't be scared of hurting my feelings.

I've got my self proscribed cure for sobriety.
It says take liberally for depression and anxiety.
Side effects may include paranoia and a depressed state.
Paranoid about my stash depressed on the cash,
and how to think your way out.
when your cottony mind just cant bought trough the fog like a retard lost in the rain if I cant break this cycle I must hate my own brain.
Drinking my elexer, my liquid lobotomy
It makes my head straight it saves my sanity
But how sane is it to forget what you did and turn into a kid,
And every time I vomit I swear I'll never do it again!
If I cant break this cycle I must hate my own brain.
But dose a slug to the head make you sane?
Shoot a silver bullet, slug back a shot.
Dose a bullet to the head make you sane?
dose a bullet to the brain make you sane?
Dose a bullet to the sane make you head to the brain to the bullet to the sane to the head to the bullet to the brain If I cant break this cycle..................

Author's Note

Ignore spelling
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Reviews

[Richard McLin]

A good title might be "Bullet to the Brain". This is a great piece. I loved it and wouldn't change a thing, except I'd get a title. Wonderful, look forward to reading more from you.

Richard.