Withdrawal

I wrote this when coming off some strong head meds that drove me slightly insane whilst on them and were a complete b*****d to come off. My heart goes out to addicts and the ill everywhere.

I am the rock and hard place

And the space [[in-between]]

Missing being spaced out

I was out of control

Now I'm out of my head.

It hurts, it stings, give me back the stuff that sings

I cannot seem to escape this thing,

This din akin to the scraping of my own skin.

What good can this be for me?

Living in a hollow dream,

No not a dream, a nightmare, a scream

It'll kill me before I can live again

I'll kill me if this is all there is to gain.

It burns and turns me

Help but not that way

I want to see the sky someday

Not through this heavy haze

With the drugs and pills and rules and ways

I'm in the maze

Lost

Losing

Losing myself

Help, Help

Losing myself...

Help.

Author's Note

Please forgive the slightly staggered approach as I wrote this whilst in heavy withdrawal mode as I thought it would serve as a good reflective piece in the future.

Reviews

[BLitZeD]

Scripture 10:325
A Poem by BLitZeD

its like a metamorphosis , bones contort n twist,
on the floor snortin s**t swallowed up by the mist,
down a hole of darkness where ur identity is striped,
cold to the touch but hot enough to incinerate the skin,
in the land of the unholy you grow your wings,
bones molten red, u hold the mark of the beast,
memories fade and relationships cease,
ur hearts corroded ur soul is released,
back into the world a new beast is unleashed,
stronger every day the transformations complete,
he poisons the masses his power has reach,
war is pointless, the outcomes defeat,
hope is lost an so are the weak,
the strong dont survive, only retreat,
the kingdom succumbs, the outsiders weep,
the darkness has come, birthed from the street.............

[BlaqkShadow]

Fatastic, just like the second verse I couldn't think of, a perfect ending to an imperfect piece, completing. Thank you x

[Writergurl]

It hurts, it stings, give me back the stuff that sings
I cannot seem to escape this thing,
This din akin to the scraping of my own skin.

I love this part so much, this is facinating and so well written and said