I scream, but nothing is heard
Bruises, cuts, and scrapes all over
Paralyzed I am, my own disease
But the rush and feeling
Imagining me up on the stage
It’s my addiction
It’s hard to breathe
The smell of marijuana and sweat fills my nose
The worlds spinning
As I’m being tossed and turned
Banging into people,
Knowing tomorrows going to be horrible
I stay in the place that’s causing me this horrible pain
As I’m being carried away
My friends become strangers
And my pains become unreal
I get dropped on my back
And that is that
I wake up the next day
In the hospital was i
Almost reaching death was I told
But the same feelings arise
Concerts, the rush.
My addiction
The Pits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem