COPE

can't catch my breath but know, no meth; so down to the ground n done, with no Valium; eyes blood shot but naw, not from pot; my back is killing me, really.. no LSD; chills go through me believe me, not Ecstasy; my jaw goes side ways/front to back, without crack. i itch every second it seems to me, no codine; my heads cloudy and oh no, no promethazine;
---- my eyes roll back in my skull, i savor the safeness as i fold.... right now I'm not warm, nor am i cold.... but wish forever i could feel this whole, but I'm getting old- Day after day and trip after fraud, slip after rip, shit.... I'm so sick. when will it stop and when will i learn.... to provide for my pain takes more then i earn- I feel so ugly, yea i want a mask, I hurt so bad & that's why i mask- the hill i climb is a tread mill.... so each step i take, I stay still.... I'm ill.

----It hurts when it's gone, I'm so sick and scared... but it's easier than dealing with the loss, it's so unfair. So tonight I'll nod and tomorrow I'll shake, and I'll fake until I just cant fake.... & when the moment ends I try to defend again, hoping I don't fix....it....then..............? ....LIV