Once upon a time...
My life could be described by a handful of songs
My entire story was already sung
That's why I can't listen to Mac anymore
No matter how depressed I try to be
I won't ever beat my low score
I'll never be as raw as I used to be
I'll never get to love someone like I could before
Words don't deck me in the face like they once did
I feel old
I feel callused
I am opaque
This life...
These meds...
It's like I've been screaming since I left Logan with my mouth wired shut.
No highs anymore...
No lows...
Just a heart rate monitor reading a flatline on a"Suicide Success Story"
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