I've grown accustomed to the dark,
the fire in my lungs
I'm breathing heavy again
so used to being alone
The heat upon my cheeks.
The scars under my skin.
I've grown accustomed to the night,
the water in my lungs,
I'm breathing heavy again,
so used to this feeling.
The salt in my eyes,
the blood inside my veins.
I've grown accustomed to the nothingness,
the dust in my lungs,
I'm breathing heavy again,
so used to all these thoughts.
The bad taste in my mouth,
the rain that's in the clouds.
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Sertraline
PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
