Medicate
A burden needs buried, and you dug the hole.
You ain't got time to debate.
Demons with pitchforks prod you along.
Why not just medicate?
You given up and cant take no more,
dont let it turn into hate.
It wont do you no good I think you should,
just step back and medicate.
The pain is alive and its getting worse,
what do you anticipate.
If the guns to your head, and you wanna be dead.
You might wanna medicate.
Things need to be done. Youve got errands to run.
Or want to communicate. When the timing is right. Both day and night. Make sure that you medicate.
charlotte 2018
Copyright © Charlotte Mora | Year Posted 2019
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