White powder
NO
its definitally not Flour
Clear bitter liquid
NO
It's definitally not water
Needle after needle
NO
Its definitally not a doctor's shot
All these addictions
All these Drugs
Swirlled around me
But I didnt touch them
I kept away
I had my own
Little White pills
NO
they aren't my ADHD medicine
Swallow them
Snort them
Take me away
Blissful numbness
To zoned out to think
Perfect sanctuary
The high
I could Fly
I was invincible
The Crash
the reality came back
with a harsh flash
Needing more pills
to keep the high strong
More and more
More
more
more
Suddenly
They are gone
Leaving me to my own Devices
My stomach turns agaisnt its self
Can't keep anything down
Twisting painfulling in knots
A Cold sweat breaks
Shaking so hard
can't think straight
I need them
I need them
I need them
Pray for death
Pray for pills
Pray for this to end
I need them
I need them
I need them
"oh she has the flu"
Stupid doctor
what do you know?
can't you see
my desprete need
My need for those little white pills
I
Need
THEM
Months go by
feels like eons
feels like I'm in hell
Without them I am plauged
by horror and pain
depression peaking
Slowly my body heals
My need dims
My need disapates
5
years
go by
Addiction no more
Dependent no more
Little pill free
But every now and then
I feel that itch
just below my skin
the itch for a pill
for the numbness it brings
Every now and then
No matter how sober
I will always be recovering
Because when you were addicted to pain meds
It's hard not to relapse
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
White powder
NO
its definitally not Flour
Clear bitter liquid
NO
It's definitally not water
Needle after needle
NO
Its definitally not a doctor's shot
All these addictions
All these Drugs
Swirlled around me
But I didnt touch them
I kept away
I had my own
Little White pills
NO
they aren't my ADHD medicine
Swallow them
Snort them
Take me away
Blissful numbness
To zoned out to think
Perfect sanctuary
The high
I could Fly
I was invincible
The Crash
the reality came back
with a harsh flash
Needing more pills
to keep the high strong
More and more
More
more
more
Suddenly
They are gone
Leaving me to my own Devices
My stomach turns agaisnt its self
Can't keep anything down
Twisting painfulling in knots
A Cold sweat breaks
Shaking so hard
can't think straight
I need them
I need them
I need them
Pray for death
Pray for pills
Pray for this to end
I need them
I need them
I need them
"oh she has the flu"
Stupid doctor
what do you know?
can't you see
my desprete need
My need for those little white pills
I
Need
THEM
Months go by
feels like eons
feels like I'm in hell
Without them I am plauged
by horror and pain
depression peaking
Slowly my body heals
My need dims
My need disapates
5
years
go by
Addiction no more
Dependent no more
Little pill free
But every now and then
I feel that itch
just below my skin
the itch for a pill
for the numbness it brings
Every now and then
No matter how sober
I will always be recovering
Because when you were addicted to pain meds
It's hard not to relapse
Yes I use to be addicted to Oxy when I was fourteen turning fifteen. I never told anyone. I never went to rehab, I was forsed into recovery when my friend whose pills I stole cut me out of his life becuase of his own additcion to Coke, Never knowing he was saving my life in the process. Hawk <3
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