#inhaler
Me and the inhaler,
Go hand in hand.
Neither I nor him,
Can exist without another.
Am I suffering from the insomnia?
Or is it just the absence of him?
Wandering whole night,
Just one thought in mind,
"Only if I had him by my side."
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
Walking around
Miniature pharmacy,
Too many pills to count,
No one understands,
No one can relate,
To the type of life,
The type of hate
She has for herself.
This one every 12 hours,
That one every eight,
Six puffs of an inhaler,
It's her body that she hates.
Walking down the road,
Her bag rattles from all the drugs,
She pops some more here and there,
Then it's nyquil that she chugs.
Why isn't she normal?
Why does she have to do this?
No one her age is worried
About missing their next dose,
But if she misses
A single medication,
She might as well
Admit herself into a hospital
Coma-tose.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
the smoke is haunting me
like a little prey
I'm it's prey
slave of the doubt
witness of the warning
pain redemptionist
inhaling the smoke
putting all the poison inside
to **** the anxiety of the outside
breathing like there's no end
inhaling the smoke
looking proud
feeling superior
smoking
coughing
breathing
inhaling
repeat
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC