Ok this is a difficult subject for me..When I first became mentally ill I was untreated by doctors. I didn't understand what was wrong with me so I began self medicating with painkillers and  I became addicted I wasn't sure about putting this poem up but maybe it will give insight to others..

 

Addiction

I need that feeling

like floating on the ceiling

that warm fuzz inside

sinking in a cloud that soars and glides

I chase that high in every way

I ache for that peace everyday

my body screams out for those tablets of joy

only more is never enough and my senses annoy

so tomorrows mountain is today's worry

I might catch up with yesterday if I hurry

to stop feeling pain is all I ask

but that is the punchline

.. Its a futile task.