Feb 12
i can't hold on to f l e e t i n g thoughts
what did they give me
what am i on?
can't feel a thing but my scratched raw wrists
...and bloodied palms
my life is gone,
what am i on?
**** me please
i can't hold on
what did they give me
what am i on?
can't feel a thing but my scratched raw wrists
...and bloodied palms
my life is gone,
what am i on?
**** me please
i can't hold on
i got too silly and was sent to a mental hospital where i lost all freedom and just got worse
these are rambles i wrote down in red crayon after they drugged me to calm me down instead of just talking to me.
these are rambles i wrote down in red crayon after they drugged me to calm me down instead of just talking to me.
