Be it ***** or prescription,
it seems Ill never beat this addiction
to chemically induced submission.
I want to feel something else than pain, and anger, and guilt.
I was once alive, but no longer do these eyes see the light,
only glimpses through this spiteful self plight.
I am am owned by something I wish to control.
I am a drone, on auto pilot, with no destination.
barely alive, hardly human...
No longer present.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Be it ***** or prescription,
it seems Ill never beat this addiction
to chemically induced submission.
I want to feel something else than pain, and anger, and guilt.
I was once alive, but no longer do these eyes see the light,
only glimpses through this spiteful self plight.
I am am owned by something I wish to control.
I am a drone, on auto pilot, with no destination.
barely alive, hardly human...
No longer present.
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