24; ‘Love’

Days to due process
Where my mind remains
A motherfucking mess
You’re some miles away
And I’m still depressed

Although no longer deteriorating
I may still be chronically obsessed
Chronologically oppressed
“Still thinks she’s the best”
In medication lines,
“Damn girl, you’re next”

And I think I’ve failed the test
Unless they hold me down
Another 24 hours subject to
Yellow lights and carb-filled food

“Dude”; and it’s getting kind of rough
Too bad we’re fed these pills
And no more of the good stuff
Mind you, ‘at least I didn’t huff’
But I’m practising what I preach now
And all I’m teaching is Love


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