Rehab Clinc Room 208.A Poem by MimiMy thoughts as I waste away in my rehab clinic: room 208...I feel ill I don't have any drugs in my system I just want one more pill But I can’t sneak any past them I haven't had anything since Sunday I know there’s some at home in my backpack I have a bad craving that won't go away I want my stash, I want it all back I want my Bourbon and Tequila, XTC and Liquid X, Whiskey and Vodka, I want more meth, I want more sex I need more Weed, I need more Coke Why doesn’t anyone help me leave I despise this place, it isn’t a joke Why must there be a struggle I must heave What is that sound that I hear It’s the bugs squirming beneath my skin I can feel them crawling around my left ear I just want to peal my skin off again Itch the hell out of every raw muscle Till they shred to pieces and fall to the ground Digging around till I find something to pull Snapping every tendon that I have found Watching myself bleed Ripping every vein apart To my cries will you heed As I rip out my heart © 2010 MimiAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on March 26, 2010 Last Updated on March 26, 2010 AuthorMimiA place called homeAbout"My heart is racing, feet are pacing, as I being to anticipate. Not much longer I can wait. The day is near, it's almost here. I feel like I can see him. Soon this vision begins to dim, quickly turnin.. more..Writing
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