Sobriety

EatWutUKill, real name's Tevin I have something called panic disorder and manic depression Nothing could cope me, not even the medications and therapy sessions Only made the situation worst, as these prescriptions became my addiction In bed tossing and turning, my blood's itching as I sit up stressing If poetry is my blessing, then my curse has to be drug abusing Cause Klonopins and Oxycontin's been on my mind very often The more I take these pills, the more I develop characteristics of Satan Goblins and Gremlins crawling around in my cranium Now plagued with self-loathing, I don't even like my own reflection Hallucinations, I can hear my pets talking, so paranoid, I'm not even the same person The lights are on, but ain't nobody home, why, I've become so lonesome It's like revving up the engine and going nowhere, unable to perform my daily functions I need to stop my addiction, these pills, these medications asap, perhaps Cause with such a addictive personality, Hopefully I'll turn my hobbies into my therapy such as writing poetry Then hope for the best and do what it takes so I won't relapse so my heart won't collapse If I don't, bright lights fade to black Instant panic attack