Withdrawal Poem by Ann Thrope

I want to be free,
i want to let go.
i do not want life,
i crave the end.
i feel my sky falling on me,
i feel my withdrawals are killing me.
i feel out of control,
lacking direction and purpose.
i want control.
i want a blade.
i want my pills.
i want acid, X, coke, crack, weed, ccc, adderall, ritalin, valium, paxil, prozac.
ANYTHING.
anything to make it stop.
stop the cravings,
fill my desires,
fill me to the brim.
Even for just one night,
let me go,
let me divulge,
let me be myself.