It's hard to accept that my life is an additive
Unable to discern if what I'm tasting is real
Are my emotions and thoughts a fallacy?
Is my perception a sweetened version of reality?I no longer feel comfortable in my own skin because I don't know if it's mine
I am being broken down bit by bit under my own contract
Signing on the dotted line not knowing how much I was giving up
All of this to feel the artificial Sugar coursing through my bloodSpeeding up time
Losing my mind
Finally feeling alive
Keep going back down the line to keep that sugar in my lifeChasing feelings that will never be real
Everyday I'm building up the balls to say goodbye... tomorrow
My brain is punching in overtime to keep my heart concealed
Releasing that sweetness to feed a heart full of sorrowI'm gonna give it all up
This is my last time around
Say goodbye to the sugar
Before my soul leaves the ground

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Until the Day I'm Not
PoetryThese are pieces directly from my head. They're little excerpts of what I'm thinking about