My brain is dying
Up top I'm internally frying
I think I might sink
In blacktar, Xanax and ink
For I've lost even the ability for crying.
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Author:
HoboBilbo (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2024 00:26
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is not about schizofrina | I was on a — as a teen, so I wrote a poem about it in my head | I have previously posted this poem here, but after falling for medical lies - they were to feed me battery acid pills because I understand basic house spice secrets that doctors tell you are just old myths | I want a brain back that I will never have.
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Comments3
I'm going to be homeless soon. Woopdy doo.
I'm going to be homeless soon. Woopdy doo.
Woopdy doo.💤
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