it's just another ordinary day, another ***** up I have to erase always weighed down with these mistakes and tied to my toes, each a solid stone and I'm sinking faster than flash how I could know this was the last? failing to breathe, yet doomed to hope submerged, soaked down to the bones
and lost in the oceans as forgotten as smoke
so i take another hit and lose my mind my lungs filling with ashes this time
Medicate me. I'm sick. I need someone. I need something... just to take away the pain. Please... I'm begging. Nothing helps anymore. I thought of everything. Drugs. Pills. Alcohol. But how do I fill the void that was meant for you? You're here... but you're not. I don't know what's real anymore.
I try and paint my ugly *** feet, with black nail polish, but my medication, isn't allowing me to feel my hands, so they shake, and the only reason I know, is because of the darkness they've painted, over my fat uglyer now blackened toes.
Society wasn't meant to handle us be able to understand us; and so we cannot understand ourselves. They don't know what it is like to feel and see everything so deeply and vibrantly that you begin to feel and see no more.
Instead they diagnose us and they “treat” us. Say it with me: “I AM THE MEDICATED YOUTH.”
But I will not be ashamed. I stand proud Because while the drugs may dull and fix the pain on the surface, I remain an anomaly, something so rare and unique –– Something so misunderstood they're afraid and don't know what to do. uncontrollable, unrestrainable, free.
Slow minds, And Hungry times. Fire ignites a Luscious green kind of magic. Euphoria inhaled, And Stoners prevails For we have The upper hand Held to our mouths With the other Not too far. Lighter in hand You are the Magic man