Help me
White powdered pill, help me stop the way I feel
Give me the will, show me something real
Take a pile let's sleep a little while
My head on the kitchen tile, if only I went the extra mile
I wouldn't have to deal with the guilt
Can't stand the day so I suffocate under the quilt
Doesn't mean I knelt
You don't have a clue how I felt
No rush, just watch me puke up my guts
I'm having illusions, passing out, seeing you in the vision of confusions
Talk about "reaching out"
As if my minds full of doubt
Stuck banging my head against the wall
All while knowing I'm about to fall, maybe someday I'll hear you call
"You're strong" I guess that's why I'm sitting alone and no place feels quite like home.
Listening to my therapist and the way she talks, yes I've been doing lots of walks
Why do you wanna hear my thoughts?
all you do is write naughts and a few to many crosses
Ignorance is bliss
Don't wanna see your call list
Should I walk through the mist? Or enjoy eternal bliss?
Living I've tried
Still wishing to die
Forever was your lie
My soul denied and dehumanised
Copyright © Loki Clark | Year Posted 2025
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