Another pathetic poem
Of the same damn complications
How many different sentances can I make
How many different formations
Out of the same dirt and soil
That I got stuck in
When will my poems form a solution
So I can begin again
Start on my new chapter
That I dream of so damn much
When will I be ready,
To live on without my pills as a crutch
As I can feel things that aren't there
My mind reaches a loaded state
Out of logic and sense and reality
And I just cannot think straight
Something captured me in this matter
How will it end?
Maybe when I change my ways
Or when I would stop to pretend
Embrace the problems in public
Stop pushing the truth away
Deal with myself
Not a single fake smile would show on my face
Let's rise this new day
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