Description: not really about being high. more about deadening pain with sleeping pills.
salvation in a bottle -------------------------------------------
inflamation of the brain.
explosions sending you tumbling forward.
screams from the outside,
calling you back.
screams on the inside,
telling you to run.
stumble up the stairs,
taking two steps down
for each step up.
but you make it to the bathroom.
you rip open the cabinet.
toss away the other medications
until you find the one you are looking for.
your salvation in a bottle.
close your eyes
as you tip your head back and welcome relief.
lay on your bed,
letting the manufactured sleep
soothe your aching head.
just hope you don't take too much to end your life. I hope that everthing's alright there. You are not think suicide, are you? This sounds a lot like my poem "Salvation?" It's not worth it. You are not alone in how you feel about life and love, but trust me, for all the crap and mistakes and bad things that happen, life is beautiful and lovely. You just gotta look past all your burdens. Give them to Jesus, he wants to be with you. Great Write
Great depiction of sanity and freedom slowly slipping away. I can relate, a loss of control. "screams from the outside, calling you back. screams on the inside, telling you to run" that stands out alot, a great picture of anxiety
And what's with these Jesus freaks trying to play fuking suicide counciler. With their frefabricated inquiry of your well being? Not every one who posts a poem about escaping life for a while is "suicidal"