Speaking Clear

I fell into a hell
as my feet began to swell.
It was dark out but I could tell
that I was way too far unwell.
I hid myself in a corner
of the walls that I built up.
I felt like a foreigner,
lost and all fucked up.
I didn't know where I was
but I thought that I was safe.
living off of drugs, popping pills to dull the pain.
But so alone I was.
Just a pill.
Just a drug.
Only one left in my pocket
and I finally had enough.

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