theraflu seroquel recoil and tremble bottle turn til i feel terrible pale faced braggart til it’s two thirds full and i’m in stitches and dumber and i am raw and dull
subtle and muddled i am destroyed and muzzled i am entirely burned my heart is turned to rubble i am regaled and laughing because the truth is null i guess it figures you’re coming when i am by myself
nobody reads, the warnings on the labels if i’m stable i’m able but if i’m not then it’s a maybe i’m hoping they save me but nothing could phase me anymore, at the worst, when i wake up i’ll still hate me
the funniest thing, the mirror displayed an enemy so i broke it into a million pieces it’s evident it’ll be evidence tomorrow and i wish i’d be around to see