This highs gonna crash eventually I soar higher in the levity The last dredges of feeling burning and ends travel from me so quickly but the colors are so entertaining pretty colors and unheard voices Mutter mutter “go away” “just take a quick climb and fly” “they all hate you anyway” another hit, another ****, pop a little dope back in the sky, medicating till i can cope voices receding, mind is deleting cannot keep this up, next time i crash could be the last here come the voices again louder, killing me with my past
A poem I wrote a few years ago when I was drowning.