Blurred vision, burning sensations from the paint that I inhale into my lungs.
You come to in my daze blurred but ever present, speaking soft words into my ears making me feel, as though i am cared for, that someone would show up to my funeral if I ever catch a knife in the back, you are radiant you are beautiful and I am hiding in a veil of various chemicals just to deal with what goes on at my home, but what makes it better is that you know just what i am talking about and can relate to this.