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
Copyright © Tevin Ta | Year Posted 2013
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