Sometimes I wonder if it is you or me that I am medicating-
After this line I will stop
Hurry, hurry before you forget
Sometimes I wonder if it is you or me that I am medicating-
Rose moans in her bed, morphine slips under her tongue
26 and dying, cancer
soundtrack provided
Sometimes I wonder if it is you or me that I am medicating-
You would do the night shift, insomnia helps
You didn’t like how robotic and detached you became
I can still feel the yarn twirled around my finger and I feel like
I need to through a stitch but I am writing now
Sometimes I wonder if it is you or me that I am medicating-
with this morphine.
As Roses lie in their beds

I have always hated the saying "she/he lost the battle"
This is not a fucking battle
And more importantly
Death is no loss
but gain