medicate.

these empty wings
were waiting,
with a relentless
don’t push me down
again;
just grasp my lungs
tight
and drown me.

wear the face
of hope.
they get tired of
sadness and pain.
but then
don’t be so surprised
when i want
to disappear.

i don’t want.
anymore.
give me every drug
in the store.
because
i don’t want.
any more.
please stop trying:
it’s over. let me go.

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