Take Them
Can't sleep
Can't stay sane
Keep seeing shit
Everything's twisted
Everything's dark
Medication messing with me
Making me emotional
Making me cry.
Making me fucking cry.
I can't stand it
But too scared to die
Making myself mad
Mad at the world
My fucked genes
My fucked brain
Seeing things
Hearing things
Feeling things
Smelling things
Making me want to claw
To scratch
Take my eyes so I can't see
Take my ears so I can't hear
Take my nose so I can't smell
Take my skin so I can't feel
Thoughts overwhelm me
Override me
I can't trust anything
My brain tells me
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