days pass by, and days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, and months into
lack of happy filled days.
if only i could fill a syringe with a bright liquid of dopamine and overdose
yet all that is in my veins is cortisol.
maybe the low levels of norepinephrine and serotonin get higher whenever i see her
but maybe that's just my infatuation creating an illusion of a healthy mind.
i just wish one day i'd be as happy as i once was.
slow breathing, choked lungs, clogged mind and misty eyes,
movement is out of the question, and my cheeks are stained,
my lips curved around it, my eyes roll back and a content sigh escapes into the night,
ecstasy is found blossoming underneath my eyelids.
curling back, i open my eyes to see colors of the nether infused with her eyes,
and everything seems possible.
even the idea of being happy for an instance.
- overdose
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growing wings | Completed
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