All of these chems
Blue blood pumping
infiltrating my system
A doctor twisting my intuition
Bordering miserable
How can I go on like this?
Life is locked inside these bottles
Inside these tablets
Inside of these capsules that are sweltering
With the illusion of happy
These bottles they twist and we still pop too
Because the desperation is real
we dangle on the edge of sanity the moment we wake from soiled sheets
Sheets we swam in to escape our forced Goodmornings but that we still cling to our
almost lovers or their absence thereof
Fearful of these never ending nights
Can’t rest
Can’t eat
And we don’t protest this cycle
Cause we settle for whatever chems they decide is best
Cant seem to find, but we know it’s the nutrients that were missing
For now, we bury the costs
And still wonder,
What will we have left?

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