I'm shoving drugs down my throat
That keep me exhilarated momentarily
And procrastinating
And wasting time...
It only lasts so long
Until you hit rock bottom
And drown in your own
Worries
Placing more weights on my shoulders
As if phoney encouragements like
"You're strong"
Or
"You'll make it through"
Are just noises
Instead of
Lullabies
...
I desperately need a break from this so called reality that is filled to the brim of countless flaws that I can't remember...
Because they all just swarm inside my weak mind and leave me
Hollow
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Star-Crossed in Parallel Lines
Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
