You say I don’t need it -

Clearly, you don’t know me.

I need it like I need sleep,

I need it like I need peace

And clarity.

I wish there was a better way

To find relief

From these thoughts,

Demons, chasing me;

I wish I were free.

But you don’t understand

What I do

Is saving me -


Not killing me -


       I’ll only die if I succumb

To your definition

Of reality.


◄ Morning Medicine

We All Fall Down ►


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