Imagine one day everything's fine
Next day you're in a psychward with a completely differen't mind
No one looks at you the same, not worth anyones time
Imagine going from happy and full of life
To trying not to end it, every single night.
Imagine what it's like to forget who you are
an 8 hour high, a life time of scars.
Self hatred, on a whole new level
Never smiling, never settled.
cold heart, twisted mind, that's just the start.
I pray for the day the reaper makes his mark.
The closest thing to happiness I've felt in years
is when I fantasize about death, letting go of my fears.
But I will not bow down, to a substance I hate
and I definitely know this is not my fate.
one day I'll be happy and I'll make sure of that.
I am a somebody, I will come back.
In my time of misery, spent it all by myself
say I'm too far gone, but I'm from the highest shelf.
I'm a survivor, say what you want.
If these haters, spent a day in my head
I'd give them an hour, most likely dead.
Copyright © Liam McBain | Year Posted 2019
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