I don’t understand me,
I can’t understand why
I feel like I want to die,
I can’t cry, ‘the drugs won’t let me’
I need a prefrontal lobotomy,
maybe then I can feel free,
I don’t understand people
they don’t understand me,
there’s too much upheaval,
they don’t have the sense to see
it’s best if they just leave me be,
sometimes a heart is too fragile
to house the hope that’s needed
to survive, it’s hard enough to stay alive
when conflict and confusion
are a reoccurring intrusion
keeping us from rest,
it’s hard to know what to do for the best
maybe now is the time
to swallow some
imitation happiness,
come take your pill
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