I wasn't hungry anymore,
I've stopped eating now-a-days,
Anything but the pills I swallow,
They go straight into my gut,
The cure for everything! The cure for everything!
Well I sure as hell ain't cured,
Instead I walk around all day,
With zombie-filled eyes,
Emotions, they're nothing,
Dreaded creatures of the past,
Apathy, and Valium, I forgot how to care,
Stabilise me, Xanax will do it,
Now I don't remember shit,
The girl next door with the broken bone,
I don't remember shit,
Good morning sunshine,
My little sunshine,
You make me .... I'm too sleepy,
Give me my Ritalin, give it all to me,
Give me five six seven eight,
I'm almost, almost there now,
I'll be a human being the more shit you feed me,
I'll be a fucking person, the more shit you feed me,
Who cares if I don't care?
I sure as hell don't care,
I don't care, Idon'tcare, just feed me more.
More.
More.
More.
It's the only way to live,
Depressed, I want to die,
So moremoremore.
Depressed, I'm worthless, I'm taking five,
Moremoremoremore.
Remind me when your fucking cure led to another disease.
Author notes
The pills for breakfast prompt. The idea that every morning one has to take pills to stabilise their mood.
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so like you and this other person did some pretty amazing writing on this subject. I myself am addicted and sometimes feel like this if i take the wrong thing. thank you for entering and good luck!
~Dommi
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I've written a lot on addiction and pills. My son overdosed on oxycotten on September 16, 2007. I am devistated still. I miss him so much. Addiciton is cunning, baffling and ever so powerful. He was sober 3 months and in 1 day he died. I wished there was a fucking cure for all addictions. Yes one is at bay then another crops up. There is a lot of truth in your write. I related to your poem all to well. The title is perfect and obviously the last line is my favorite
Remind me when your fucking cure led to another disease. Very though provoking. It is nice to meet you and welcome to AP. I wish you to have some fun and meet new poets you can relate to and become friends. I've gotten so much support on this site, it's been unbelievable. Thank you for sharing your poetry with me, look forward to reading more.
Blessings
Kelle Marie
stavykm
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Thank you. Needless to say this was a very angry poem, more at the corporate side to addiction. I do blame them to a certain degree for a lot of the addiction out there. I've written a lot of poems on addiction and drugs, mainly because, sadly, my life does revolve around addiction. I was addicted to Valium and most of my friends are addicts in some way. It's a very hard lifestyle to get out of. I'm incredibly sorry about your son. Luckily (knock on wood) through it all I have yet to experience any drug related deaths. I'll admit this fear crosses my mind. Thank you for the warm welcome.
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