medicated madness

 

medicated madness 

by: estefaaano_writes 

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Hurt. 

Lost. 

Overwhelmed.

 Sadness fading into madness, 

Least I never turn to cigarettes.

Holding back anger issues, 

Gave everything back 

For a chance to start it all over.

Befriending all of my ghosts, 

They used to haunt me, 

Now they know me right from the start.

Hates the medication but takes it all the same, 

They say black books feel your pain, 

But as I flip the pages, 

There's nothing left—

But cold flesh pressed into positions.

Suffering.

Death.

 And nothing else. 

Punishing every imperfection, 

Never letting go of all my mental tensions.

For a moment when I was dancing, 

I felt free.

Too much grit in our realism, 

Lasers and roller blades, 

Tongues tied, 

Sleights of hand.

I'll light a match, and walk away.