/lit/ - Literature

I've already critiqued two. Critique mine and I'll return the favor.

I feel like I am burning
Up inside
My roommate sleeps
And I write
At my desk and stare across at Naismith
My cough won’t heal
My neck is stiff
And I feel like I might want to go away for a while
Put some space between the world and me
Lock myself in a motel room
And drink wild turkey and rail
All the Adderall I can afford
stay up all night and act
like I woke up early
I want to whither and
Turn out a vase of flowers
That I can show to anyone who will look
To prove my life was worth something
If only this vase of flowers