Without my abuse
Who am I now
When drugs were my muse
Was I ever talented
Or just creative in addiction
I traded my emotions
For an anti depressant prescription
I want to be heard
I want my words to mean something more
than scribbles on a page
Or a hobby when I’m bored
There’s a message in my madness
If only I could see it myself
I’m in a tea cup spinning
Tossing fake news in a wishing well
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 5:40 AM UTC
Without my abuse
Who am I now
When drugs were my muse
Was I ever talented
Or just creative in addiction
I traded my emotions
For an anti depressant prescription
I want to be heard
I want my words to mean something more
than scribbles on a page
Or a hobby when I’m bored
There’s a message in my madness
If only I could see it myself
I’m in a tea cup spinning
Tossing fake news in a wishing well
