The meds they say will take it away,
but why do the thougths of the past stay?
They dope us up and say it wil be okay,
but do you not hear the pain i say?
The racing thoughts of death in my head and all you can say is take this it will make you okay!
It just numbs the pain and temporarly makes the pain go away.
These words i speak are so misunderstood.
Why cant you just hear me out?
I dont wanna hide in a doped up memory.
So listen as i tell u how i plan my death.
And take notes as u watch me take my empty dark soul and share it with you.
Be the one who listens,
Who stops this pain, of my misery!
How can u see it in my eyes but wont take the time to stop me?
All you do is give me meds and put me in a fog to hide from my memories!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My meds have been helping me, the side effects are what hurt. Hope things get somewhat more bearable for you. Great poetry, by the way.