Getting high

By Mir   

It's crazy the way I manage to
Get by. In this messed up world
I sometimes get lost inside.
Not thinking about how life
Could be better, I settle.
Numbing myself with all the
Pain killers I can find. Only
Thing that matters is getting
High. Compressed, stuffed
Away, are my emotions.
That's where they stay. I have
Nobody to talk to, or a shoulder
To cry on. I'm all alone with
Only me to rely on. More and
More I numb myself, the pain
It overrides. I can deal with
Reality as long as I'm high.
Now my mind is giving me a
Hard time. I can't think
Straight, and life im starting to
Hate. It's these times of weakness
That I give in, and getting high
Always wins.

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