my Pill is a blessing
in plastic disguise
he makes me write
but never smile
he disconnects me
from my thoughts
and my feelings
once Pill kicks me
i can see the tears
on the poems i wrote
in my sober delusion
but never feel the art
that they brought to life.
no more questions
no more doubts
no, not a single thought
plagues my mind anymore
once Pill kicks
it's just me
paying the price
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
my Pill is a blessing
in plastic disguise
he makes me write
but never smile
he disconnects me
from my thoughts
and my feelings
once Pill kicks me
i can see the tears
on the poems i wrote
in my sober delusion
but never feel the art
that they brought to life.
no more questions
no more doubts
no, not a single thought
plagues my mind anymore
once Pill kicks
it's just me
paying the price
Writing a poem on my meds for the first time
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