Another day where the bed seems safer than the life I am about to encounter.
Terrified to move the blanket
It protects me from the crashing world.
Not wanting to put on the clothes
They don't fit (my personality).
Dependant on no one but the pharmacist.
And I think the pills make me more subdued
And crazier all at once.
Antimanic my ass.
I don't want to talk at all
Because the heartache and lonliness flow out of my mouth
Like floodgates releasing rain water after a storm.
"And darkness is fading in, and darkness is real..."
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