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By Cj King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Nov 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.09.18.36.22091]] |
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I have a question for you But I don't remember what it is anymore Because I am too numb from the pills That nobody wants me to take. Because it takes something from them. A part of me that cares too much for my own good They having no idea what I've withstood But they take me to a place where I can hold on And get out of bed, and just go on. And forget about what I really need. Take my pills, and you take my will To get up tomorrow. Take my will to get up Tomorrow, and you take from yourself. Yes, i become numb when I take them. Yes, yes i do. But it's all legal, mind you. And doctor told me I needed them, and I believe him, even if nobody else does. Walk in my shoes today. And then tell me what I do or don't need. I put in my 12 hours, I pay my bills, I see the doctor, who tells me that these are a valid numbness i need to achieve right now. Not his words, obviously. In fact, I may even sneak in an extra milligram On a particilarly hard day (like today.) Fucking sue me, go ahead. I am legal, Believe me. And I am sitting at home, And not driving anywhere else tonight Tucked in safely, In my numb little cocoon. Fucking sue me. But not after you know the soul I've tried to keep alive. And see that it's hardly there anymore. That question I was going to ask you: Uh, ask me tomorrow, when I face the world again. Tonight, I am comfortably numb. Lowered eyes, feeling none. Slowly, every so slowly, coming undone. |