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Sedated...

There it goes again, the feeling of non-existence, that relaxes you, that does not allow to feel...

Like the venom, spreading slowly in your brain

Even you stop feeling bad about yourself ...

No...

This's not good... I´m talking alone again, this is not happening, this is not real...

It's just the sedatives, They make me hallucinate...

Take it easy

I am lay on my bed resisting to stand up, or watching a stupid and fucked TV show, to forget my hatred... Am I high?

Maybe yes...

¿What am I...

I'm hallucinating...

I remember when it was simpler, I used my circles, my own burbbles, And pretended to be fine, I pretended to have control... that fake illusion of power... that relaxed me...

Now I'm forced to take some stupid pills... make me fall,to a fake sense of calm... But I do not want to be calm...

I fight in my loneliness against this... this drug... for my right to feel... for my right to hate... to hate myself...

I start hallucinating again...

My hand vibrates, my pulse goes crazy, I can barely try to breathe ...

My brain, it feels... hard... 

The urge to scratch me ... the urge to scream ... I'm fighting this drug ...

I hete this...

I start to get cold again...

I hallucinate...

Shit...

I should...  I should awake...