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..
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.