Self-medicate to numb my pain really this drives you insane. Loved one's tears fall like rain. Knowing they'll never see you again, not until judgment day. You were only trying to cure yourself, influenced pain. Trying to remember the better days it's just all a blurry haze, like your lost in an endless maze sorry, I couldn't be stronger to keep you from dying in my arms today.
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
This is about classmates who would medicate because they had to much on their plate.
They were in constant debate, with school, family and social life they couldn't equate and nobody could see they were under enormous weight trying to please people by being great.
Now full of confusion and delusion, life they started to hate, so they would self medicate. Not knowing The Beast was lying in wait for them to open the gate and it was going for, Checkmate.
They thought it would dissipate if they could regulate, but kept finding more reasons to celebrate and it would only escalate.
They had opened the gate now The Beast would dictate when to medicate and they found too late, The Beast is a Super Heavy Weight.
They were devastated and stagnated living in complete disgrace. Then along came the beautiful face of Grace. People who could relate and demonstrate how it's ego you can deflate and change your fate.
They became captivated, then dedicated, now donating their time educating. So beware, when you self medicate you'll release a Super Heavy Weight. CHECKMATE.
One and two were easy.
They were necessary.
Three was for the thrill,
my behavior’s pretty scary.
Number four was just a blur.
Not sure where it came from.
By the fifth I was out my mind,
any reasoning far gone.
The sixth one took awhile,
but eventually it came,
two days in a row
tried to swallow all my pain.
Depression hits hard like a tsunami wave,
threatening my house, welcoming the grave.
Should I thrive on my daily medication,
or survive, unaided, gravitation?
Should I deny myself of natural lows,
because they're so intense, like violent fist blows?
Should I be an altered version of me,
one sedated, less complicated, carefree?
Is this an effective alleviation,
or is there a possible toleration?
Would pills create chemical fences
that weaken my natural defenses?
Can I still empathize if I don't feel pain?
What lasting effect will this have on my brain?
Should I forfeit assistance from an upward shelf,
to be my indifferent, bipolar self?
Should I let my known weakness sometimes reign,
or spare myself of avoidable pain?
Should I grieve joy's seasonal cessation,
as my heart freezes from sun deprivation?
Should I undulate to the beat of the moon,
eagerly awaiting its fullness' resume?
To medicate or not medicate? ---
the question of old, the question of late.
The question begs like dessert on a plate.
Is it devil's food or angel cake?
I woke up this morning
And the pills were by my bed
You say I'm a loser
And I have lost something
(Up the dosage)
Everyone around me
Has a cure for thinking
I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight
Our pupils are like students
They dilate but never learn
The pharmacist was slaughtered
And the town was set to burn
(Up the doseage)
Somebody told me
That it is nothing
I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight
The bottle can't be filled
The blood runs to your head
Someone writes another pill
And the sky runs red
(Up the doseage)
How is your appetite
For drugs, sex, and the night life?
I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight
Seeing this more clearly
And you are in my thoughts
You hand me a prescription
I will show you God
(Up the doseage)
I resist to simply exist
We all fall and medicate
Syringes are the opposition
Give it to me straight
We all fall and medicate
We all fall and medicate
We all fall and medicate