Drugs

The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.

I can’t believe the way that she
Decides to run my life
Drivin’ me crazy
And yet
She’s the only thing keeping me
From pulling that wheel
Runnin’ off the road
To disaster

The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.

My parents warned me of
The dangers:
Booze and drugs
Rock and sex
My conscience is hardly keeping me
From downin’ that bottle
Shootin’ up ice
Headed down that alley
To disaster

The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.


Author's Statement: The author in no way, shape, or form advocates drug use except when prescribed by a medical doctor or taken according to directions. Depression, bipolar disorder, addiction and other mental health issues are extremely serious. If you suspect you suffer from any of these afflictions, please see you medical health professional as soon as possible.

Posted 3-21-11. Original date of authorship unknown.

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