Tired of feeling exhausted
All the **** time.
Done feeling numb, empty
Every heartbeat void.
Well, it's legal... accessible...
It tastes pleasant...
It'll do the trick...
The kind of acceptable addiction
No need to hide
Flaunt it a bit
See if they care
Play it up
__Show them__
But don't forget to enjoy it, dear.
Feel your pulse in your wrists
s u r g i n g
c-c-c-c-ccount the dosage
80 mg..... 120 mg.... 300 mg..... 400 mg............
_Hyyypppeeeerrrrr_
__HIGH__
Where's that laugh been all this time?
Full of... joy....?
That smile cannot possibly be your own....
It's so....... pure.
And again here I am
Crashing from the high
Mild headache
Numbness returning
Depression invading
And you.
My neurotic shadow.
You creep back into my mind.
I hear the whispers of your familiar voice.
It makes me want to chase a different high.
One that'll leave a mark.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
Tired of feeling exhausted
All the **** time.
Done feeling numb, empty
Every heartbeat void.
Well, it's legal... accessible...
It tastes pleasant...
It'll do the trick...
The kind of acceptable addiction
No need to hide
Flaunt it a bit
See if they care
Play it up
__Show them__
But don't forget to enjoy it, dear.
Feel your pulse in your wrists
s u r g i n g
c-c-c-c-ccount the dosage
80 mg..... 120 mg.... 300 mg..... 400 mg............
_Hyyypppeeeerrrrr_
__HIGH__
Where's that laugh been all this time?
Full of... joy....?
That smile cannot possibly be your own....
It's so....... pure.
And again here I am
Crashing from the high
Mild headache
Numbness returning
Depression invading
And you.
My neurotic shadow.
You creep back into my mind.
I hear the whispers of your familiar voice.
It makes me want to chase a different high.
One that'll leave a mark.
Not my most eloquent work... perhaps that captures the concept better... I don't know...
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