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4 AM Thoughts

Every single day is predictably the same  
It's exactly like the day before, and  
Just as those that follow after
And I’ve found myself in in a neverending cycle
 
I'm surrounded by all of the same helpless,
And seemingly hopeless friends
All of which I cannot seem to get rid of
Despite all of my greatest efforts.

My body feels uneasy -- RESTLESS  
Not my legs, or the knee I'm quickly bouncing
I'm starting to think that maybe,
Maybe this time I really do what a change,
In my life, my friends, my habits and the
Way that I think.
I think it's time to leave this place,
I want to run away to a town where no one knows me
Where no one knows my past or my face
And I want to never even look back here again.
I want to start over somewhere new,
I want to be anywhere else.
 
I want so badly for the people around me
To think, and talk about something, anything
Other than drugs and how we can't ever find them.
I want them to talk about life, they're dreams
Literally anything but getting high
I don't think I even care, be quiet.

I want to figure out who I am,
I want to know what kind of things I like, don't like
And learn who I am again, because,
It's been a life time since I was able to
See that person in the mirror, not to mention
Actually like the refection and what I see,
I want to like who I am, and right now
I fucking hate myself, I suck at eveything.

Is it too much to ask my friends to care about me?
More, if not at least care about me as much as you
Have always been sure to care about yourself
You're selfish, I want good friends
Who don't only care aboout HEROIN and themself.
 
Not to mention,
I'm sick of worrying about how paying the rent
I'm tired of worrying about money,
Especially when it all gets wasted into my arm
I’m sick of panicking the first week of every month  
When the power’s shut off yet again
I never want to take anther cold shoer
Because I chose to get high instead.
 
I'm done crawling into these little plastic bags
Searching for crumbs, and a reason to live
I'll let you know if I find out, I have not yet.
I'm scared there will come a day when I'm not able
To find my way back out of them,
I'm scared I'm losing myself more and more
The longer I live this life that I live.

I want to leave, and most off.. I want clean veins.
 
But well.. pipe dreams, because just like every night  
As she pulls out her sugar spoon, thhen
Tells me to go grab mine too.
Without any protest, or even thinking about it,
I simply autotically responded,
“Yeah, I guess I’m tired too, should we sleep?”  
 
Wait, what a stupid question
Of course we won’t sleep. Why sleep?
Why waste all of that time you could be doing anything,
But of course that also leaves us with too much free time
It causes me to spend too much time alone and
In my head, I can't think straight
Where are you?
You used to make this better, you used to be the
Medicine that got me well.
Where are you? Be here.
I have too much time on my hands,
To fucking hate myself and to be sad. 
I don't have much time left,
This place is going to consume me,
There won't be anything left,
Please rescue me from all of this,
Keep this life from stealing
The last of the sanity I have lft
Help me
Help me before it's too late,
And I'm lost, gone for good.
Help me, help me get out of this town.
 
Please, soon.
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