No amount of cosmetics hide

the dark circles under their spent eyes.


Layers of clothes won't offset

the healed flesh they cried over.


Running is futile to

enshroud their berserk haze.


The drugs are not up to par to

fend off their malady and blue.


Interminable prescriptions

won't curb the ebb and flow.


Ride out the wave or let it crush you to death

  • Author: scotchtapeprincess (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2023 01:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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