Over Dose

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The pain comes up and here we go, it's time for another over dose don't think I'm an addict yet, though my friends say I'm getting close. Open the bottle and pop the pill, will it make me feel better?

Maybe it will, now all my thoughts hook together like links in a chain mixing each and every thought and slurring my brain. Over and over with tears way too close, it's time yet again, for my daily over dose.

With pain too hard to bare I embrace the numbness and being up in the air, it all doesn't matter because no one will care, and over and over when fears start to boast, I gather up all my bottles for another over dose.

Finally it's gone I have no pills left so I'm forced to face my pain as I take a deep breath, it stuck me it stabbed me splinter after splinter, but I didn't give up and now I'm the victor, but I still remember, over and over, dose after dose, may not have been an addict, but I was pretty close.
Friday, August 7, 2009
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Kelcie Harm 07 August 2009
I can understand... even tho i never have been an addict i also have been very close to getting stuck on many things to numb the pain... but im overcoming all of this and now im a addict for writing & reading Great job :)
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