Ranjan

memory of my past.

En dikt om man vill,

eller bara några tankar.  


I pop some pills in the morning to be abele to get up, days are getting more worse, but nights is hell too. 


I’m looking for a way out, more pills under the day to be awake, 


in the evening I cant breath so I pop some more to se the light, 


Can you feel me now, 

I’m one of the rest, 

day goes by and everything seems to be the same exactly like the day before so I pop some pills again and again


My times here is counting down, everything happens for a reason, so what the fuck is happening


So I pop some more pills to forget, and the next morning I start all over again. This has been gone for a very long time and maybe just maybe the day after today it’s my time or maybe I’m gonna have to pop some pills