I'm Getting There
My youth grows to need it more than we need to talk
I open my lips faster to accept these pills rather than to accept my problems
We don't talk about why we talk these medication, we just accept and forget
But that's how we're getting through it
We're getting through it
Making it all okay to witness the distruction of my youth with one pill for this or that
Wishing and spouting out words onto a paper hoping for some reconcilation for these problems in the depths of my soul, but medication is best, right mama?
Mama always knows best.
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