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(15) Dark Times 11.29.23 @ 10:12pm
Solitary confinement within the state of mind.
I’m in a drug induced coma at ease.
Holding myself down, when nobody else will.
Destiny’s gone, will it ever get better?
Toxic chemicals flowing deep in my brain.
Outside these mental bars, hell awaits.
Eyes carved out from two decades of misery.
Years of prolonged substance abuse.
Seven day binge, I feel sick.
Won’t you take part in this enriched misery?
If so, who will be the last man standing?
I’m a incomplete soul, until the very end.
I’m still here, drinking to forget.
I don’t even recongize myself in the mirror.
The world’s a gaping hole where a enthralled heart should be.
My soul’s suffocating, drowning in the deep end.
No more money, I’m broke once again.
There’s no escaping this fucking nightmare.
I’m pathetic as it comes, it is what it is.
I’m waiting for my next hit, pure dope.
I feel suicidal, writing this.
I don’t believe in wishing stars.
My dreams became burnt up ashes.
What was once hope, became sadness.
Contemplating ways to end all of this.
I’m addicted to fish scale cocaine.
I’m in the deep end of adderall addiction.
Marijuana smoke all the while, life is shit.
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