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Author: LexDeadxGirl
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Something I wrote awhile back. I would say it is about being in love with the wrong person but you can't help it.
interpret it as you will
I would love feedback.


I'm not insane, these meds are to blame.
Sitting alone, I scream your name.
Spiraling down, my feelings are growing, this high is fading.
Secluded in this shattered mess, you've left me to here to rot.
What once was right, is now so wrong.
I took all you gave, the needles searing and tearing my veins, Your lies have come full circle, you built me up then left me to fall down.
Crumbling fragments of my heart scattered on the ground, You and my meds [face to face] battling it out, always trying to save my life.
Then realizing that you're all the same, both destroying me one over dose at a time. Come here, I need you, You make me sick every time I taste you.
But I need you just to get by...
I may have become an addict but it's all I have to release this built up pain.
It's always smoldering just beneath the surface, and all the sadness creeps up on me.
Clouding my mind, blinding my eyes, swallowing me whole.
Then, I reach for you and somehow make it trough, I'm scarred and scared but you numb my guilt every time.
Always addicted, I'm a puppet on a string, a shadow, you control everything.
You're my medication, the only thing real, you save me from the others, from myself...I'll always need you.
You keep me breathing, but steal my breath, a constant weight crushing my chest. I'm smothering, but somewhat alive, watching the time pass by.
Just you, me, and my meds. Three empty spaces with nothing to prove and no way to make it through. Your lies will overshadow my truth, but I don't care you've abandoned me anyways.
All I need is that one dose, it takes it all away.
The memories of you, your smile, your laugh, even the constant tears.
I'm not insane, trust me.
These meds are always to blame.

Submitted on 2012-09-29 10:05:56     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Thank the gods if people did not keep falling for the wrong person TV would be so boring!
If I am getting this right you are saying that chemically induced psychosis does not count as real.
Well I have heard that crazy is as crazy does.
Do you do crazy?
| Posted on 2012-10-06 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]

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