I'm the anti-depressant
Your my appetite supressant
You make me co-dependant
Remedy my lonely cold soul
Funny this nasal decongestant
Your my silent affliction
I don't need an intervention
My hearts in pieces like a
shattered mirrior
This poem is my razor it
cuts into my nerves
My dirty little secret you
symbolize my regrets
Wihite powder subject matter
I love conversations from
Darwin to religion
And I am god right?
He confides to me and says
This is all an illusion some silly
bullshit fantasy
I'm your number one hit
except on ecstasy
Whats to decipher in between
the truths
The lies and your beautiful blue eyes
Your beautiful angry smile
Our karma rolled up between the lines
These beautiful lines
Your speaking senseless eloquence
Your my emtional sitcom
Candid in your beligerence
Yo!!! Shut the fuck up!
Your making me feel violent
Insecurities breed intolorence
I remember when I was young now
Happiness is a warm gun
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