The darkest shade of black
Is a memory you don't want to remember
That dark apocalypse you think of
with compression of thoughts preoccupied in the brain
Or like grey matter enwrapped together...slowly twitching away
To the god of death...not today
But I screamed scratching my nails against the wall of my room
My body itched and I tore my clothes apart
It was the worst kind of pain
And I screamed more as more scars registered on my body
I couldn't stop scratching my skin
It was as if something inside was trying to get out
My parents watched as they held their hands
They had called a priest that night
But this wasn't a matter of priest but faith
I spent next few days locked in a psychiatric hospital
And I was overdosed over and over
Four people were needed to restrain me
And they'd put twenty injections to succumb me
To the priest I was possessed
To science I was ill
To me I was dead
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
The darkest shade of black
Is a memory you don't want to remember
That dark apocalypse you think of
with compression of thoughts preoccupied in the brain
Or like grey matter enwrapped together...slowly twitching away
To the god of death...not today
But I screamed scratching my nails against the wall of my room
My body itched and I tore my clothes apart
It was the worst kind of pain
And I screamed more as more scars registered on my body
I couldn't stop scratching my skin
It was as if something inside was trying to get out
My parents watched as they held their hands
They had called a priest that night
But this wasn't a matter of priest but faith
I spent next few days locked in a psychiatric hospital
And I was overdosed over and over
Four people were needed to restrain me
And they'd put twenty injections to succumb me
To the priest I was possessed
To science I was ill
To me I was dead
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