My Release

it felt as if the air was too thin to breathe the ceiling and walls moving separately from each other. the blood rushing in my veins reached a decibel louder than a thousand engines my skin a cursed mix of fire and ice every noise, thought, emotion, and urge magnified tenfold the sound of the package crinkling the needle hitting the bottle and the pulling of the liquid my watery sweet escape. the sharp piercing of needle hitting skin, the dull ache, and burning sensation, then silence. no more pain, no more worry, no more hoping for death to reach out and take you to a world far far away. the silence is blissful. the numbness is heaven-sent. for a few hours, the world falls away and I don't have to remember who I am or what led me to this point. once the high wears away, reality crashes back in with a deafening quake. I guess I need a higher dose next time...