Sore User, More a Loser


A rush to my brain,
warmth within my veins.
I thought I found the cure,
to the pain that I contained.

They told each other, "Personality changer, these drugs will re-arrange her."
Little did I know, I was broken before this new-found danger.
Little did I know, how many hearts I would stain.

Alone, I sat in sorrow pity.
When the drugs wore off, I felt so shitty,
because who the hell would want to help me,
when I really didn't want to fix me?

I didn't give a fuck about my bills,
or where I would get the money.
All I cared about was swallowing the pills,
that made me bright and sunny.

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