I lose my mind sometimes,
And forget what I'm doing
Or what I've done
Just a sick feeling remains
Remnants of euphoria
But the return of the familiar
Feeling of dysphoria
I'd like to think my mind wanders off into a utopia
But somehow I don't think that's the case
There are remnants of sickness,
And terrible thoughts
I hate how I can't remember,
Just emptiness
And remnants of feelings that obviously existed
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PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
