My thoughts
Is turning into actions
I feel attacked
Sorry if I over reacted
Messing up the house
In the the bathroom
Slicing up my body
Crazy
My mind is gone
So if you call
I'll be
Strapped down to the bed
And
Giving needle up
Every 8 hours
It's your choice
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Comments1
Ambiguous as to whether this needle spoken of is drugs or medication (maybe one and the same) wild behaviors tamed and caused by the same. I feel the lack of control a raw expression of emotion.
It gets deeper stay tuned
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