The bad doll

This drug is taking me
Drowning me in regret
It doesn’t help me think straight
It won’t help me forget.
I wish I could stop popping it
But it takes me on a ride
It’s playing murder with my mind.
Whilst it riddles my insides.
This pill draws me further in
With every step I fall
Control is lost to wonder
I cannot sleep at all.
Free my screaming reason
Prise me from this life impostor.
Can OD be my last escape?
‘I think we might have lost her’