i try to find help
but i can’t speak
about the help steps
i try to find peace
but my thoughts race
troubling states
cluttering waste
if the mind is a beautiful thing
why does it run me down?
what’s the purpose of a life
i can’t live
without a purpose
it gets too much
i can’t dwell
below the surface
if the mind is a beautiful thing
why must i hallucinate?
i try to cope
but i can’t handle
when voices come scrambled
i’m lost
resist alien mind
at all costs
at all costs
at all costs
i’m sedated
sittin on the couch
bugged out
alone with my thoughts
i sit
desperate
did that shit... just
oh shit
shadows playing tricks
medicaid benefits
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