Pills and Potions
Popping pills to numb the pain
But it’s not working…
I’m looking around but I can’t
Find It…
WHERE?
Is my pipe?
I need it now!
My memories start becoming blurry
FUCK IT!
So… I start rolling up two long blunts
Then I light it
I take my first big hit
The dark room becomes lit
It feels so good
Just like it should
I cough and then I choke
But I still take another hit
It feels so UNREAL
So I look into the mirror
I begin to cry tears
Then out comes the laughter
My voice gets weak and
I begin to know
Why…
The Pills and Potions
Are taking over my mind…
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