and i'm not diagnosed,
but i'm crazy at most,
it's not hard to realize.
how tired are these eyes?
there's a knife in my back,
my vision is just black.
another hole in my heart,
oh god, i'm falling apart.
i've swallowed my pills,
encountered the thrills,
holding them all in my hand,
falling in deeper like quicksand.
who needs to be diagnosed when i know?
i held all these pills and almost let go.
p.r.
