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A few pills to come down.
A drink to numb the pain,
and I wonder how much
longer can the body take
this? I abuse my heart,
when will it pump itself
out of my chest like a
bloody fist? So much
pressure, pressure coming
down on me like the ceiling
coming down. The pharmacy
said I have to wait until tomorrow
for the milans how do they get
away with murdering my sleep
like that? So here I am crawling
in my skin panic and after panic
attack ready to convulse and the
pharm teck smiles at me like I am
just waiting a day to fill an antibiotic.
The agitation is astonishing the doctor
never mentioned how I would sleep
if I ran out of my script. Another addiction
another knot in my chest and my parents
think I am going to be just fine. I will take
anything, anything to not feel like myself.
I will do anything, anything to escape this
desperation I feel inside, the intensity pulsing
through me minute after minute. I want to scream
I want to hurt someone I want to hurt myself.
So I will spend the night tearing out my hair
and underestimating advil pm and whine
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The drugs
Date: Thursday, 3rd February 2011 @ 10:44:05 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: DanielleMarie
A drug to get the day started
A few pills to come down.
A drink to numb the pain,
and I wonder how much
longer can the body take
this? I abuse my heart,
when will it pump itself
out of my chest like a
bloody fist? So much
pressure, pressure coming
down on me like the ceiling
coming down. The pharmacy
said I have to wait until tomorrow
for the milans how do they get
away with murdering my sleep
like that? So here I am crawling
in my skin panic and after panic
attack ready to convulse and the
pharm teck smiles at me like I am
just waiting a day to fill an antibiotic.
The agitation is astonishing the doctor
never mentioned how I would sleep
if I ran out of my script. Another addiction
another knot in my chest and my parents
think I am going to be just fine. I will take
anything, anything to not feel like myself.
I will do anything, anything to escape this
desperation I feel inside, the intensity pulsing
through me minute after minute. I want to scream
I want to hurt someone I want to hurt myself.
So I will spend the night tearing out my hair
and underestimating advil pm and whine
mixed together.

This poem is Copyright © DanielleMarie


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