In a room where whispers cling to the walls,
A figure collapses as the darkness calls.
Windows to the soul, reflecting the pain,
A heart once wild, now shackled and drained
Each pill a tempting lure, calling my name like its a cure,
Conceal the truth in a game of shame.
I swallowed the hope. As I chased the light,
But shadows linger, Hiding in fright.
Ghosts of laughter echo through time,
Faded memories wrapped in smudges.
The world outside is now a distant blur,
As I chase the high, I begin to stir
But deep in chaos, a whisper remains,
A moment of clarity amongst these chains.
For even in Hell, there’s strength to reclaim,
To rise from the ashes and break free from the game.
