Medicated High

The stark reality fades away

making way for medicated highs

I just can't take this world no more

there's no room here for my Queer soul

Taking pills in rounds of 5

feeding my will to die

Until my body is full of poison

nothing will be alright

nothing 'til I

OVERDOSE

This poem is about: 
Me

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