the journey of thoughts is the
longest journey life goes through
and all the drugs around
give you an escape from it
being homesick to a place that doesn't exist
the place only your mind knows about
the place only drugs can take you to
the place you never want to leave
life is calling and you're not answering
you are taking your time out. you are wandering
catch a break and you take a hit
what's wrong with staying lit
blurry nights and the city smoke
all these nights, no don't give me hope
city sleeping and I'm wide awake
all these nice things seem so fake
I got problems
I don't know how to call a halt
I'm a problem
Insomnia is not my fault
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
