I inhale it like a cigarette.
It fills my lungs,
and blackens my mind.
A bright day shadowed,
by the thunder in my head.
The sudden catch of an anxious heart,
jumping off a bridge.
Like the bad taste of medication,
The pills stick in my throat,
I choke them down.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
I inhale it like a cigarette.
It fills my lungs,
and blackens my mind.
A bright day shadowed,
by the thunder in my head.
The sudden catch of an anxious heart,
jumping off a bridge.
Like the bad taste of medication,
The pills stick in my throat,
I choke them down.
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