Another Day. Another Pill

September 14, 2010
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I can feel it pumping through my veins
Just another night, just another pill
I don’t know what it’ll bring tonight. It leaves me guessing. Seeing how each night is different then the last
I can feel it making it’s way to my heart. Though I know that’s ludicrous cause I cant feel it. Not a damn thing
I’m tired ad the small blue thing I just toast back gives me a slimmer of hope for a good night sleep. A small hope that it would make things better.
Though I know that I’ll wake in the morning, just as tired and in just as much pain
It wouldn’t of fixed anything.
Another day. Another night. Another pill.
Till one day the voice becomes threatening.
I cant be sure if I’m loosing my mind or if it’s the meds…
I drop the whole pill bottles into the toilet and wave good-bye.
I suffer for the next two days
I now know why it’s so hard for druggies to quite
I am rid of the voices.
But also any ray of hope of a goodnight sleep
Or that everything would be ok…

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