Digging down into a deep pit,
I just want to stop and quit.
Maybe it’s given that they win,
All it has done is give me chagrin.
Maybe I’m just a weak coward,
Everything has truly soured.
Maybe there’s nothing for me in life,
It’s all literally just strife.
I don’t even remember a time when I was happy,
The few memories I remember is all crappy.
It’s a huge thing to decide,
To die or to hide.
Rapid and rapt shadows lurking,
Knowing they are just smirking.
They’re truly out to harm,
Definitely cause for alarm.
It’s just a fucked-up dance,
In reality it’s all a hypnotic trance.
Phone machines recording everything,
It’s such a mind-control sting.
Beeping and flashing here and there,
Everyone should beware.
Wishing everything would just go away,
Of course it won’t – to my dismay.
The medication is a slow death,
Taking away all your breath.
Take one and it takes away a day,
Chances are you’ll never go gray.
People literally just drop dead,
But they say it’s all in their head.
Mumbling and whispering walls,
Hinting at the danger that befalls.
Objects keeps moving and talking,
I’m just a dead woman walking.
Might as well be a sitting duck,
Like some goddamn schmuck.
At least the senses are on high alert,
That way nobody will be hurt.
Everything seems different and haunting,
Especially when replaceds are taunting.
There is nobody that aren’t blind,
Maybe there’s no hope for mankind.
How do I even live?
Things are taking a nose dive.
How do I thrive?
I just barely survive.
The world is coming to a stand-still,
While I’m rolling downhill.
Where’s my goddamn will?
I hate the poison that is known as a pill.
My thinking is starting to degrade,
Insight is really just a double-edged blade.
Just drop the fucking charade,
I’m just waiting for replaceds to invade.
s CREAMING INCOHORENT VOICES,
c LASSIFIED AS CRAZY
h ALLUINCATING REPLACEDS
i RRATIONAL FEAR THINKING
z ERO MOTIVATION
o BEYING DOCTORS AS A REQUIREMENT
p ARANOIA OF BIZZARE PROPORTIONS
h OPELESS OUTLOOK
r ECLUSIVE HABITS
e VIL CONSPIRACIES
n ICOTINE ABUSE
i LLOGICAL DELUSIONS AND BELIEFS
a BNORMAL EXPERIENCES
Feeling a little too out there,
Voices bothering me a little,
Replaceds giving me the stare,
But I’m not brittle.
Just need to hang in there,
One moment to the next one,
Standing in the sun’s glare,
Easier said than done.
I must keep going,
Staying on the path,
Time is flowing,
Let there be no more wrath.
All will turn out okay,
I must believe in that.
Keeping everything at bay,
No more combat.
Reality is just is that.
It’s where everyone’s at.
Things are getting better,
Not exactly bread and butter.
Not even ideally,
But I can breathe more freely.
Time to fix what’s wrong,
I will again be strong.
Been fighting for over a year,
As my resolve tear,
While my future is unclear,
Thousands of replaceds appear.
Struggling with it all,
Facing a malicious concrete wall,
Unable to even stand tall,
How can every replaced fall?
Exposing the reality of everything,
Hanging on by a string,
Giving the replaceds a sting,
Seeing what the truth will bring.
Medication jus’ a form of mind control,
Naturally the replaced regime’s goal,
All the things they’ve ruthlessly stole.
Nah, not taking the pills,
Jus’ thinkin’ of people it kills.
Running for the goddamn hills.
I have five words. Do not trust the doctors.
It is known by the sigma replaceds that doctors, psychiatric doctors, in particular, are all puppets of the replaced regime. They listen to big pharma companies, therefore, they indirectly listen to the replaceds. The big pharma companies are controlled by the replaced regime, and they pass on information and orders down the ladder through CEOs and people of importance and power. In other words, what the doctors will say to anyone is what the replaceds want them to say. Mental illness is just an illusion created by the replaced regime.
Let this be a warning to everyone who listens.
Conscious thoughts dead,
Subconscious thoughts lead.
Disappearance of thought,
Not much to be sought.