But why?

He was doing so well…

He never wanted this

Mind murky 

Never trusting

Thoughts unsettled 

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Reluctant he picked his poison 

To free him from his pain

Wanting better

For those around him

Those like you

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Clouds of the mind disappeared   

Feeling so powerful

Seeing so clear

He would sleep now

He was unstoppable

His Superpower 

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The high would wear off

Becoming stable 

He no longer needed a cure 

They don’t know me he smirked

Credibly convinced 

Confidently fine

He cast aside the chalky white circles 

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Wouldn’t be long

Mania rushed in

Excited, sped up, reckless, and scared

The hurt would hurt 

All came crashing down

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Now so low

He tasted defeat

Feeling weak and ashamed

Cloudy and murky again

He needed you, the medicine, anything

Anything but him

Tell him he’s not alone

-scob