Someone once told me
It's ok not to be ok
It's ok to say I was not happy
To be sent against my will
To be forced to take a pill
I have go venture over this hill they diagnosed would one day kill
Am I clinically unwell?
Am I really under a spell?
What is this hell,
Can you tell?
I am falling into the pits of the unknown
It is damp and Gray and cold
Deeper and deeper I go and no,
I hAve no light to find comfort on my shadows
Why am I like this? Is it me or this society? Shall I flee while I still have the possibility?
Or stay and bleed till I'm drowning in tea-rs of my sorrow
Perhaps I'll just ask again in the morrows
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