Thanks

Thanks to the pills, that hold me together like glue
Thanks to the pills, that help me forget you

One in the morning, two in the night
I sit up late, until my vision loses light

Another deep sleep, these dreams I dare keep
A world where I'm me, though I'm terribly lost

You can feel it in my writing, I've lost my path
You can feel it in my emotion, I no longer laugh

Serious eyes, trauma makes me stronger
I've peeped down the rabbit hole so I may live longer

This nice ice makes me feel nice no need to stop and think twice I write down what I feel
So I don't have to feel what I write

At the end of the day, I'm left feeling right

My biggest dillusion is that I think that I'm god, the biggest illusion is that it's all backwards

And, like a dog I can only see in black and white
Only as the devil do I see that it's all grey, with a splash of colours so divine

I'm writing two lines a piece, so I can feel at peace
Two lines a piece, burns my sinus but brings me peace

I like to end each poem, or story if I may
With something that's witty and makes you say "hey!"