Rehab Clinc Room 208.

My 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

Author's Note

..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..

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

This is absolute desperation and pain. Extremely descriptive of a horrible state. It is a warning to everyone. Stay away from drugs.

Well written, Mimi.

Rick

[Pomegranate]

you do an excellent job at conveying what you're feeling through this piece, i do believe this is my favourite piece from you if only for the imagery.
very powerful.