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Bluelighter
Spellbound and locked
with the case, lock bound, chained
incased for your viewing
Remembering wors written or said
flashbacks take over letting just the stars
gazed in the eyes tonight
lingering snow still appearing in may
like my heart not wanting to let go to spring
where all changes will come about
Opening of eyes and hearts , closing and getting
lost on all this seperation of life, not the union like spring
suppose to be.
no longer struggling with life or dealth, not longer
pushing for a future, things are now just numb
to push pins off pain triggers much anymore
now i just suck down the meds
check with the doctors
talk to the counselors
all in a manner to keep me alive and calm
I think i have it figured out
they are getting me
each night becomes a blurr,
my days i keep working
shaking till i can take my next dose of meds
but there is an hour or so a day, i feel alive just long enough
to remember and crave for it back
I am starting to feel like they have won,
i am to lost to find the finish gate
just like it was all a joke on me
My looks changing by the week,
thinner, drained, and less like me
just spellbound and locked
backing away from the social reality to the just the corner
of my room
with the case, lock bound, chained
incased for your viewing
Remembering wors written or said
flashbacks take over letting just the stars
gazed in the eyes tonight
lingering snow still appearing in may
like my heart not wanting to let go to spring
where all changes will come about
Opening of eyes and hearts , closing and getting
lost on all this seperation of life, not the union like spring
suppose to be.
no longer struggling with life or dealth, not longer
pushing for a future, things are now just numb
to push pins off pain triggers much anymore
now i just suck down the meds
check with the doctors
talk to the counselors
all in a manner to keep me alive and calm
I think i have it figured out
they are getting me
each night becomes a blurr,
my days i keep working
shaking till i can take my next dose of meds
but there is an hour or so a day, i feel alive just long enough
to remember and crave for it back
I am starting to feel like they have won,
i am to lost to find the finish gate
just like it was all a joke on me
My looks changing by the week,
thinner, drained, and less like me
just spellbound and locked
backing away from the social reality to the just the corner
of my room
