Chapter 1
Prescription drugs and lean scattered on the table.
My life is like a movie so please turn on the cable.
I'm popping pills all day because my pain has become a riddle.
Can't pick between recovery or death because I'm stuck in the middle.
Now I'm completely numb like I been injected with lidocaine.
Pills working me out like I'm starting to train.
Something tugging at my heart telling me that I need to stop popping pills.
Without them I can't tell in life what's real.
People telling me that I need to put the drugs aside.
I keep telling them the drugs are the reason I'm still alive.
I have plenty of access to all the drugs I need.
Took too many perkys so my inside is starting to bleed.
While sipping out of my styrofoam, I feel freedom in my midst.
I failed all my drug tests because there is tons of codeine in my piss.
If I overdose tonight, I don't think I will be missed.
My heart is full of pain so it feels like a cyst.
Respirations are shallow and my vision is blurry.
Waiting to take my last breath but death doesn't seem to be in a hurry.
I know my lifestyle is making a lot of people worry.
The narcotics is causing my stomach to burn like I ate some bad curry.
Standing in the streets and I'm starting to hallucinate.
I reach in my pocket and I still have plenty of drugs to take.
My eyes is closing and I'm falling to my feet.
Choking up blood while slowly transitioning to hell so I can feel the heat.
A few minutes later my life flashes before my eyes.
I'm not afraid of death because my soul already died.
Gasping for air in my final moments.
Only now I realize that the drugs were my strongest opponent.
