What’s big to me may be small for you
But when you hurt I hurt too
So many different phases I’ve been through
Withdrawal & self-indulgence just to name a few
I dodge sleep to note this nonsense to both me and you
My desperate attempt at understanding
Has only led to more questions
I remember when medication numbed me well enough to stay quiet
All last night I cried and cried
You slept while I died all the more inside
I don’t have all the answers
One thing I know is
Dreaming and fantasizing
In these worlds I find solace
Seeing and realizing
People have been so unfair –
But then again
What is fair?
So many questions…
Once upon a time,
I’ve put down my pen
Followed doctors and drugs
Their drugs, my drugs
Just stop judging me and fix me!
I’ve put down the drugs
Picked up a pen
And this is the reason other people say I’m doing well?
I can’t tell
Is it what you tell me or what I tell me?
Drugs have concealed me
Taught me that I don’t have to feel just see
And shake my head
Now I can both feel
Shake my head
I can verbalize
But I’d rather not talk just write
I can write and write just to get it out on paper
It’s still in my mind
I’m not fixed
Still I cry and cry
While you sleep
So which am I supposed to choose?
Solace or the truth?
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