They don't know what I do when the silence surrounds me.
When everyone's gone to bed, and I'm still roaming the halls,
Sitting on the bathroom floor, or in the corner of my room.
Lining all the little yellow bottles up in a row,
By size and by amount.
The smile the next day covers the desperation of the night before.
The words do nothing but lie.
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They say now I have adhd. That's why I'm so complusive and overwhelming. Last year it was ocd and the year before manic depression. Pick your problem, pick your pill.
I love this one, and it makes me wish yet again we lived closer.
The nights are always the worst.
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