The Pain
Things are Not well. My withdrawal is bad. Still numb
and hallucinations are ongoing. Hard to talk On phone.
I'm at home.
Can't stay calm.can't sit still can't get out I don't know
what's real.always shaking not eating or sleeping.
Scared of things others might know like whole World
kidding and jokes on me.
Insanity not kind to me so tired of nothing but pain
wish for relief from shadows all round me. Life of pain
and joy is scraped away
Never saw it ending this way.
Never give up. Never knocked down
never turned away just turn cheek
So of all the things I've done and seen
The trouble I made in my home town
I own it all with no regrets and as I stood
I will fall not weak. Strong till spark exits me.
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