You called out my addiction like my first
name was prescription, getting hanged by
Mr. Holding on to my last breath like death
was upon me, I was scalding looking for
ways to put out the flames but I was over
charging, hoping one day my scars that
bathed my back would be seen; like a slave
who smelled the leather across its skin
where do I begin, the sins were embedded
in my tissue, thinking that each whip was
inhumane because my soul was too much
to be detained, I wasn’t pouring in to
myself, missing out on ways that defined
my health, a soul crippling cause I couldn’t
see my wealth, I dealt with my shadows
and empty out a well, a space echoed out a
yell like a beast that was trapped in a cell;
peering into the water that was only knee
deep I saw the imprisoned truth that I set
lose so that pebble wouldn’t ricochet
against me, getting goosebumps I escaped
the noose, I reconstructed my foundation
and catered to the inner me that I grown too
