To the pills I taught myself to swallow,
To the realities I was forced to receive,
To the innocent child I was fated to outgrow,
And to my phases that I was asked to forgive,
I am grateful.
It is through you that I have become
The monster I needed to be...
Yet we’re still each other’s prey.
Though I can still see faces in the clouds,
Hear stories only silence can utter,
Have instant regrets of waking up,
And be lost in my own labyrinth,
I am grateful.
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 7:09 AM UTC
To the pills I taught myself to swallow,
To the realities I was forced to receive,
To the innocent child I was fated to outgrow,
And to my phases that I was asked to forgive,
I am grateful.
It is through you that I have become
The monster I needed to be...
Yet we’re still each other’s prey.
Though I can still see faces in the clouds,
Hear stories only silence can utter,
Have instant regrets of waking up,
And be lost in my own labyrinth,
I am grateful.
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