The pills I take are sharp knives through my veins.
They make my thoughts go desperate and wild.
My body gets scars, and my clothes get stains,
when my mind goes “boom!!” and acts like a child.
From being gay to being deadly sick,
with my mad emotions you never know.
To the point where I wish they will end quick,
I wish I could find a way to bestow.
My soul is see through; my heart troubled up.
I wish to where it always gets tougher.
Stuck in my pain, I cry with my filled cup,
to where my veins are the ones to suffer.
They place thoughts deeply in my mind that kill.
They change my emotions to where they seal.
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