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by raquellefitzgerald1

September 28, 2017

One pill, Two pill, Three pill. Four

All they say is just take more

You'll get better soon they claim

But the question still remains

Do I want this?

To wake every morning, And have the same routine

Bright days with fake moods always showing through

Or painful days blurred and true?

I sit and I think

Sometimes I cant even blink

Lost in space in my own little world

Dark and scary, but no burdens to carry

The idea is great

But for now it will have to wait

For now I'll sit and take another pill

I'll stay still and do as im told

For thats the only way to get out of this hold.

R.L. 3/13/17

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raquellefitzgerald1Sep 29, 2017

Me and you will never beyet I always try and see deep down in my heart I always feel torn apartone minute you want me the next you taunt me  you'll  never want me in that way and I'm not sure what I can say  You keep my arms clear  But my head in fear  My heart aches but  is it just a mistake   I can never tell if you're genuine  Or just having fun  You make my eyes leak  And my soul weak   But you're always there  And I'm not sure where to steer  It's like I'm lost in an ocean   Just going with the motions  Barely making it through  Without you                                   R.L. A.I