Problem

I'm not the product of a problem but the provocative nature of opium in my system In addition admission is the only way to solve the problem Precursors to our already existing conscience Consciousness stems from the inner being The one that cause voices in your head to scream Psychosis and sleep paralysis So I take tablets to feel no dreams But I don't sleep why is this My body at ease but my mind continues to trick me Into believe I'm sick when I'm not I choose not to let depression and anxiety get to me Mental illness is like a ticking time bomb only the one who configured it will know when it will go off Off course in life but I have it figured out My knowledge comes from word of mouth Don't let the secrets out Our generation was taught or forced to keep to themselves In that way we are slaves to our own minds living a life half blind to fact facing us on a daily basis Not bias because me myself I get faded And it's to numb the pain of previous discussion Communication is the only real way to solve problems and without it we may as well be on an desolated island All I want to do is make a minute difference I'm everyone's lives in the present Battling with addiction is no easy mission Talking about it is the first step to remission I love the feeling it gives and I hate the feelings it takes Love being in a perfect state of mind body and soul harmony But I can't with toxins in my body Blurring my vision Medication messing with our generation