Writing is my medication,

I found pure salvation from this devil called depression.

I thought I found a pill when I kissed your lips

You said, and I quote “I love you,” was it all dialogue from a tragic script

The ink from my pen spill like blood

Words form on paper like a tattoo on flesh

This pain I inflict is like a drug, I’m addicted

Writing is my medication,

You see I speak Parseltongue just to exercise these demons

To escape the agony, Eve gave me the apple to understand life’s meaning

But this life has no meaning, no more tears shed this is my dry cleaning,

I was baptized in the lies of your dark baptism, but when it was all said and done, I found right in the light of my own words, like a moth to a single flame in the darkest night,

Quarantining these monsters in my head I’m doing a housecleaning

Writing is my medication,

Words act as painkillers, I hope their not the death of me.

It’s funny how four letters, L-O-V-E have become my best worst enemy

Or H-A-T-E both of the same coin just flips it and see what you get

Loving you I no longer can invest, I’m already in debt

My heart the size of a fist and these words act as gloves

It was only after I kicked my own ass enough times, I found self-love

You see writing has become my medication

It’s through the expression of my own words that I found

Liberation in purging myself of these impure intoxication’s,

No longer do I seek outside validation

Instead, I have self-celebration in the fact that I have this outlet for these built up frustrations.

Writing is my medication….

 ©Amir Holloway(Hollis)