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Dec 2019
The medicine is making me ill
I can’t eat
But she told me I need to
The drugs are just ******* with me
But sure
They’ll fix me
Eventually
I just have to not **** myself
In the meantime
I’m just sick
I’m numb
I’m cold
I’m so ******* alone
I don’t want any more drugs
I just want to be okay
And if I can’t handle it...
If I can’t take it
This might be it.
They all tell me
Over and over and over and over and over
They believe in me
I can do it
But I don’t want to
This is not a struggle I want to endure
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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