|Title:||My and my shadows.|
I''ve just been introduced to you after all these years, the one that kept me mostly invincible |
with odd days of despair.
You saved my life, but now it fills me with fear,
that I now need to control you,
but I''m merely an amateur.
You were my remedy,
self prescribed to prevent my own tragedy.
Sometimes your dose is too high and I lose all clarity.
Other days I meet the dark dog,
overwhelmed with my doom and negative thoughts.
Oh here we go, that wicked high,
pressure of speech, just one last try.
You''re my moth to a flame,
but I''m so tired of playing your game.
I yawn for the hundredth time, not from refreshed sleep
just from hours lying down,
Dawn approaches, eyes tight shut,
this sleeplessness is turning my mind.
I need to sleep, I try, I try, I try, but what''s the point when I''m rewarded with this high?
I can feel you getting close, my antidote, my overdose.
How do I prevent myself falling for you, when you give me the ability to say yes, yes, yes and to do, do, do?
I''ve lost who I was
and now need to understand who I am,
it''s hard to translate this to others,
it''s like they don''t give a damn.
So it''s me and my shadows searching for the truth
in a world where being mentally ill can be so cruel....