Bruised toes
Shaking hands
Purple lips
This is just how it goes
Sleepless nights
Aching joints
Blurred vision and fainting
My stomach cries
Legs wobble
My heart thumps
I’m at the mercy of your lies
One more run
One more pill
Skip another meal
Just for god measure
Luring me to the idea
That it’ll be better
Calmer, quieter, safer
And maybe I won’t live in fear
If I just do what I’m told
Follow the commands
Push my body to the brink
So it’ll match my mind.
Breaking, weary, exhausted
Still going, still trying
But running on empty fumes
Any hope is dying.
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