One hit.
Two hits.
Three hits.
Stop.
Un-medicated, left to my own demise.
Sensors taped to my face, head, and legs.
I need it.
I need it now.
Un-medicated.
I hate you.
You didn't listen. You left.
Fighting back the only tears I have left to give a fuck about.
Four hits.
Five hits.
Six hits.
Stop.
Breathe.
Inhale.
Un-medicated and self medicating.
Scratching my own skin off, filling the room with clouds.
I wish you'd never been in my life.
If you'd just listened to me, when I told you,
My brain does not collide with my body.
One sip.
Two shots.
Three drinks.
Stop.
The room is spinning and I can finally think.
Close my eyes.
Picture this life..
If I were normal.
Normal.
Sane.
Un-medicated.
One smile.
Two laughs.
Three pills.
STOP.
Abnormal.
Insane.
Medicated.
Three hits.
Two hits.
One hit.
Stop.
Maybe now you can see.
What happened when you left me.
The scratches fade away.
The bumps subside.
I am not free.
Forever strapped to these chains.
Abnormal.
Medicated.
