Bottled Hurricane

As of now it takes 7 different pills to put me at ease, without them I'll most certaintly be on my knees. Pain; physical and mental haunts my mind, partaking of "mary jane" to help me unwind. There is no peace for me while I live for what I've put myself through, a bottled hurricane contained by medication taken in queue. Inedbriated in mind and body, it is so very hard to know what is real, no dreams while I sleep yet awake to more drugs that just conceal. I know what I can be and am capable of without them, PURE RAGE and I know from where it stems. Will this be the way of me forever? Like that of the Phoenix; must be controlled, not knowing how much longer these chemicals will hold.