I'm Getting There

Sat, 06/20/2015 - 22:48 -- G.G.








Medicated help

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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