No Complaints

And now the pain's different
It still exists, it just escapes different.  

Thought it'll pass,
But here I am.

Trying to fill the void, 

I bought something I wanted as a child; a pink phone toy.

To plaster these gaps, 

I bought an ugly toy from the store. 

So, it could feel belonged because I couldn't. 

Hoping doing so will help me to cope with my relapse.

Am I ought to continue this life like this? 

Stuck in this continuous loop of melancholy and no bliss??
Help, I left the part of myself in the middle and reached the finish, 

Now, I am again at the start.

I am trying to prove myself wrong, 

I scored 100 this time mum, 

but to show this result to you I'm not strong. 

I tried many times, but my scores are perfect, 

Now all we can do is mourn.

Maybe this is where I belong. 

Maybe pills are my true home.