I remember when,
All this began,
Back when,
I wanted it to end.
Six doses of andrenaline,
One dose of depression,
Could've left me lying there,
With unanswered questions.
A riddler with an addiction,
A joker with too much tension,
A troubled kid with a longing,
To live in his own dimension.
I remember when,
All this began,
And how these scars heal,
Eventually in the end.
I remember so much,
But talk about so little,
Because these problems eat at me,
Little by little.
But If I talk so much,
I remember so little,
Because I overanalyze,
My own riddles.
I was going to post my P&Q profile with all my other poems but the website is down, so ill edit it in later.
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