Klonopin
I’m scared of standing still
I don’t resolve, and I never will
Chasing dead ends to fulfill
My home is filled with the sound
Of bridges burning down
The edges that surround
The relief I never found
I was burning to the ground
And I sat there looking out
There’s nothing left here now
One pill, you can’t stay the night
Two pills, I can’t stand the sight
Three pills, I made it alive
Four pills, I became the lie
Five pills, they don’t ask why
Six pills, remove the knife
Who are they, and who am I?
I hate to ask because I hate to fight
I’ve learned the enemy is inside
Copyright © Jessica Vh | Year Posted 2017
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