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blue pill

 
you cut me in the morning hours
and I bleed out on the floor
tiny drops of loathing
for the sunrise

it sees me hungover
antipsychotics have worn off
I scream at you I hurt
you never answer

a little blue pill when I awaken
count down the minutes
till I feel human again
just an hour
how long is that?

it's long enough
to make me reckless
sobriety for the insane mind
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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Author's Note
I take a lot of antipsychotics they leave me with a dreadful hangover of sorts in the morning hours...
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