Another day goes by, a remedy remains, the poison runs through your mind, no blood moves throughout your veins.
No control, your turning sane, you’re grim to mourn let your life break apart. To astound again my own graffiti your dying art.
Another year has gone by, what we’ve painted is bleached, separate ways cries and blames, now the wait is reached.
Toxic thoughts beseeched to reply not a manner the war realized. Rejects or outcasts the word they speak, to spit venom, breathe fire hatred reeks.
Another life gone by, if you blink more times you think about leaving, remembering that multiplied is the amount of your own lies.
I have life anxiety, a medicine no support, I can’t have a sickness that involves disappearing, and life, reassuring to goodbyes.