(3) Adderall #2 (08/15/2023 @ 2:21am)

I love being able to do it all, everything.
The ability to accomplish anything.
My love for adderall rapidly grew.
I’m aware of my addictions, nothing’s new.

I need them all to get through the day.
No longer do I feel like a lost dog, a stray.
I feel so powerful, I am the force.
My adrenaline runs track & I’m the horse.

Insomniac, I have no desire to sleep.
Label me the toxic black sheep!
Drowning in these chemicals, 6 feet deep.
It's essential for me to get through, leap.

I find this high very satisfying.
I feel like a worthy human being.
I can’t tell if I’m being misled.
If I truly have a purpose, ‘nuff said.

Is this really yet another obsession?
How much more will I bring to confession?
My conscience gets exposed during smoke sessions.
This guilty feeling inside me adds to my depression.

Sometimes I forget I control my own mind.
Serenity’s missing but I always get back what’s mine.
I’m not one to drag you down, I don’t ever drop dimes.
Ask those that know me, I’ll take the loss & do the time.

Enough about that, I’m enjoying this ride.
Better aim yo’ shit right cause I’m a bird in the sky.
The way I’m feeling, I’m stuck in this hole for life.
What I consider fun now may potentially end in suicide.