All I feel right now
Is pain a physical
A slouching like an ER
An error

My mind decided
I cry for help
Listen to me !
I am hurt

Not like Reznor or Cash
Not like losing you
More like a toothache
Or an apendectomy

I find no comfort
I find no relief
Hopefully this young intern
Will write me a scrip

Of sweet oxycontin or
Vicodin
For I am tired of feeling pain
I am tired of being sick

In a way I do not love, that I remind myself of the boys smoking ciggerettes outside of the stripmall. But also, in a way, I do.