I’m sick of the heartbreak
I’m tired of the pain
Tired of watching friends so young being lowered in graves
And the worst part is they aren’t even 30 years of age
Your baby’s runnin to the room sayin mommy wake up
She’s tugging on your arm and your hands feel cold to the touch
She runs to tell daddy we gotta warm mommy up
Little does she know that mommy’s with the angels above
All cuz she needed that rush
Of those lil pretty green and blue pills
Her script had run out
So she’s hitting all the hypes up trying to get a refill
To bring her back up from the down she currently feels
Till her heart slows down and now it’s just standing still
I can’t believe you could be so selfish to throw it all away
If only you could see the pain in your daughter’s face
The ache in her throat and the tears she tastes
While she sees her momma in a coffin
Oh what a waste
Of such a young life
For the meds you craze
Now we’ll never speak again
Till I find my final resting place
But I’m in no hurry to go out and find it
No way will I let some fuckin pills leave me blinded
Ill be goddamned if I am ever binded
By some addiction or vice
Its a terrible thought to need a pill just to sleep through the nite
Especially when that little tiny pill’s got you seeing the light
-
Recent Posts
Recent Comments
palepetrichor on Here to Stay Billy Medford on Gone Girl Lyndsay on Gone Girl Kathy on Gone Girl Billy Medford on “Late Night Mind Write… Archives
- December 2021
- November 2021
- October 2019
- September 2016
- August 2016
- January 2016
- December 2015
- November 2015
- September 2015
- July 2015
- June 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
Categories
Meta
Great poem. Sad story. Personal? So, glad I read these stories, poems today. Will have to check in more often. Keep up the good work.
LikeLike