sleeping soundly through the sadness
dreams devour dire doubts
waking worried, walking wordless
undesired ups and downs
coming closer with each clock tick
another apprehensive hour
every evening less appealing
replacing prozac for my power
buried in the body is a beating battered ball
restless and resentful it retires each withdrawal
mindful of the morning, mentality's a mess
push it further down the pocket of the pants you wore to bed
tell it to the troubled that rely on tiny pills:
nurture never comes from neglecting your own will
haha i wrote that last year when i was heavily, heavily medicated.
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You have some real talent Cassidy, in a beautifully dark way I love it. And the simple metaphors I never thought about before.
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