Just a medicated drama queen.
Big mouthed mess.
I fucking feel like I just want to stand on top of the world and look down a scream.
Mental breakdowns are what I do best.
Fucking medicated piece of shit.
My happiness comes in goddamn pill.
My mental health depends on this little form of fucking peace.
Screaming, racing thoughts won’t stay still.
My frustrations, anger, and tears of pity for myself I can’t ever fucking release.
Just a mothering fucking medicated waste of space.
Losing this role called motherhood.
Losing my site.
Words always stumbling from my mouth are always understood.
A fucking disappointed that can’t get life right.