As I sit beside this
lake,
my mind wanders
somewhere else.
yearning to climb atop
these hills,
or bury in the stupor
of magic pills.
Don't tell me that
you know how
I feel.
only this mad girl
knows, how
paltry she's been.
This garb of lies
is too heavy
to hold.
petty shoulders of
mine, can't do it
anymore.
Each moment is a
step into unknown
realms,
Please
just let me take my magic pills
to meet my happy end.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
As I sit beside this
lake,
my mind wanders
somewhere else.
yearning to climb atop
these hills,
or bury in the stupor
of magic pills.
Don't tell me that
you know how
I feel.
only this mad girl
knows, how
paltry she's been.
This garb of lies
is too heavy
to hold.
petty shoulders of
mine, can't do it
anymore.
Each moment is a
step into unknown
realms,
Please
just let me take my magic pills
to meet my happy end.
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