Balance the pain that turns into rot.
Balance the chemicals in my brain.
Sedated, my hands and my feet, and my bones.
Sedated, complacent, and ultimately fucked.
Here's to me, discontent with anything, everyone, anyone, everything.
Trembling hands, and I can't seem to find my voice.
At a crippling loss for words.
I'm trapped inside of my head.
Stripped of choice, and the will to fight for my own.
Dragging feet, and a whispered response.
Introspective, and facing my worst.
Opened mouth, botched attempts at prose.
Cut out my tongue, clearly fucking useless.
And even if I had to walk the world for you
Just to prove how much I care.
Fuck you, I'd rather fucking rot.