There is a scar on my leg, from a cut that was once so deep that I feared my blade.
After fearing my blade, pills became an easy option to escape, but i've found that i'm back in that place.
That place where I no longer know the worth of my life, that place where every day just slips by.
That place where I want to sleep but can't.
That place where i'm no longer good enough, i've destroyed everything good about myself and replaced it with silence because I no longer open my mouth.
That place where inspiration floods my brain but the thoughts over power it.
That place where I search for release but no where is peaceful enough, for my enemies have possessed me and my demons are having a party.
That place where the party is just too loud and goes on for a long night, but I cannot run because i'm glued to the fabric of my bed and they're refusing to let me go.
That place where in an endless mess i'll sit and cry for I do not know what else to do because every source I once had is no longer there.
That place where i'm meant to feel so comfortable but a chamber of wires keeps me connected to the brutality of a second reality and it's becoming more then I can bare.
That place where I want to end the flow of my life because I just do not know what to do when everything is so thunderous with negativity and the rain pours from captivity as I lay stranded in hyperactivity.
Except, now it's worse.
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Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)