In a gentle voice
“You’re okay,” you said
Along with a syringe
White powder
“You can’t sleep, right?
You’re just tired,”
Every time you said that
I stopped questioning
My plans, my emotions
Slowly blurred
Even the reason I was crying
I couldn’t remember
Someone who decided
Things for me
Before I knew it
Was sitting beside me
Before I could think
Something was wrong
I’d already learned
To feel relieved
My ex
Had me drugged
The word “safe”
Felt like a chain
I couldn’t say
“I don’t want this”
The quieter I became
The more I was praised
For being good
Injected with drugs
Losing even my refusal
I traced the same night
Over and over
Sleep
Or be held
I didn’t know
Any other future
I couldn’t remember
My friends’ names
“Are you okay?”
They asked, laughing
When I got angry
The dose increased
When I stayed obedient
You became kind
My ex
Had me drugged
Obedience felt
Like a way of living
Even though I didn’t want it
Only my body remained
My feelings
Somewhere
Just stopped
No one was tying me up
Yet I couldn’t move
Like I was
No longer myself
“For your own good”
That one phrase
Felt like
Everything was right
What was broken
Wasn’t the relationship
But my sense
Of reality
My ex
Had me drugged
I wasn’t weak
I just trusted
Even now that I’m out
Like an aftereffect
I keep checking
My own decisions
As I live
I don’t use drugs
Anymore
But
Mornings are slow
Choosing for myself
This time
As if I’m taking it back
I breathe
- Lyricist
510
- Composer
510
- Producer
Darenimoienai
- Graphic Design
Darenimoienai
- Vocals
Darenimoienai
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Drugged by My Ex
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"Drugged by My Ex" by Dare ni mo Ienai is a quiet, unflinching account of how control, trust, and vulnerability can slowly blur together until reality begins to slip away.
The song traces the moments when "kindness" becomes a form of restraint,
and when comfort turns into dependency.
A gentle voice, a syringe, a promise that "you're just tired"-
the kind of reassurances that make questioning feel unnecessary,
until the ability to choose begins to fade.
It isn't a story of weakness,
but of trust being used as a weapon.
Obedience is rewarded, resistance is punished,
and the world becomes smaller one dose at a time.
Even after escape, the effects linger:
slow mornings, hesitant decisions,
the instinct to double-check every choice.
Recovery becomes an act of reclaiming autonomy-
breathing slowly, choosing for oneself,
learning again that "no" is allowed.
This piece isn't about shock;
it's about the quiet, invisible ways control can happen,
and the equally quiet, determined way
someone begins to take their life back.
A song about survival, aftermath, and the fragile process of returning to oneself.
