Rehab Clinc Room 208.

Rehab Clinc Room 208.

A Poem by Mimi
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My thoughts as I waste away in my rehab clinic: room 208...

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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 Mimi


Author's Note

Mimi
..I was losing it earlier..and instead of scratching and tearing my skin off I decided to write this to help cope..oddly enough it worked..

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Very sad. I hope you're doing better now.

Posted 13 Years Ago


glad you express your emotion with writings instead of peeling...
well expressed..

Posted 14 Years Ago


It helps me settle down when I write. I know how you are feeling right here. Though I am sure drugs only are there for awhile, and eventually you have to wake back up to reality.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Poem is powerful. Your poem written with skill and purpose. I like the flow of the story and the strength in the lines. You can write a poem of the internal struggle of the mind and heart. A excellent poem.
Coyote


Posted 14 Years Ago


This is a good way to let it all out. And it WILL get better.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is so sad Bug...but it is really good none the less. I'm glad that writing helped you cope with it hun. You know you can always send me and/or Ryan an email if you want to...we'll always reply back

Posted 14 Years Ago


I have been there. I know this pain. I know that alone it is not possible to cope. All those sayings one day at a time, keep it simple, just dont use...They only work if you have that support from someone you love. Someone to hold you when the bugs itch, when your back aches and feels like it will break, when the cold sweat runs down your back and you have to take a hot shower to kill the chill...Never does it make more sense to me than to read this in your poem...Which by the way is very very vivid...after 20 years of being sober I still get those jones, pray to God I never feel like that again.

Posted 14 Years Ago


thats very d[ressing. feel better soon..

Posted 14 Years Ago


A really great poem. The description was awesome and some of the words you used to described really helped catch the readers attention. It had such a captivating writing style it made the reader want to keep reading. Great job

Posted 14 Years Ago


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this is an amazing poem nice work

Posted 14 Years Ago



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