Trust
I remember the first time I trusted
The system, the process
The handfuls of pills
FIX ME
I BEG OF YOU
Take this pain
I cant hold it anymore
But that blind trust quickly faded
After long nights of agony
And confusion crippled days
With clouds much bigger
Than I can create on my own
Peeling my sweaty body off the bathroom floor
Vomiting, shaking
Screaming
THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT
I think you misread
Fixing for killing
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