Author: TheGlycoprotein PM
Written at a time of desperationRated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 126 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-31-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2948213
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I think I've taken far too many painkillers...
The hurt doesn't leave, even if I take 1, 2, 3...
Have I built up resistance to the good they're trying to do?
Or perhaps it's the first sign of dying.
When the drugs don't ease the hurt.
When they don't let me go to sleep...
When my head seems as if it's going to split...
As if all my thoughts will come tumbling out at once.
All that I'm trying to run away from.
But it's what makes me who I am.
And I can feel the anger, the venom, burning...
Churning in my stomach,
Yearning for an answer
For forgiveness... for love.
Burning... Always burning