On The Moon

It's so confusing
Enjoying a painkiller Killing my insides cause it’s abusive
Where did my pain go
I’m feeling happy because I'm being injected with so many potions
Noticeable delay
In critical condition but felt I was on vacay
Needed to go away
Before this, I was in school every weekday
The worst never came to mind I’d even think
Until I was communicating with only eye blinks
I was in a different mind state the liquid passion was done
Listening to rap music, laying on a beach, underneath the burning sun.
I’m on the moon
In paradise
Then realized I have to wake up soon
I was unconscious
Praying that the trauma wouldn't have me thoughtless
I need help was a hard ask because I’m use to doing so much by myself
No more depression
Being drugged up was good for my protection