IncognitoA Poem by Jennareal life event
I get handed an orange bottle of pills. The Doctor gives me a serious look and says " Depression Kills" I take the bottle and figure its a thing I need. Little do I know later on it'll be a thing of greed. Take one, take two I'm doin fine. Take three I can't walk the line. Three is definately the max. With three I feel like I'm flyin and I can relax. Wow my vision is messin with me. My eyes are screwin up cause I'm so strung out you see. All the sounds around me and my heart rate has slowed down. It's a little hard to breathe, almost like someone tryin to make me drown. I can't get a single sentence out straight. It's almost like my tongue is pulled down by a weight. When I walk I stumble and fall flat on my face. If my family saw me they'd hang their heads and call me a disgrace. I finally fall out into a drug induced sleep. I wake up a little sober and realize my addiction is more than skin deep. The lid comes off and I pop three more. The last thing I remember is the bathroom floor. © 2009 JennaAuthor's Note
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