Ode to Sleep

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It was always one relapse after another. I got better, then made it worse. Then, I crawled my way out of hell again, scraping my knees as I did so, only to slip and fall back under again. Into the fire. Into the pit. A pit of addiction.

Again,

And again,

And again.

Dose after dose.

Migraine after migraine.

Sleepless night after sleepless night.

And for what? A stupid fucking reality? A relentless cycle of pain and suffering and struggle to breathe in a word to a world clouded with air pollution. There isn't a point. There wasn't a point. Not then, not now, not ever.

I just was numb. Sick of a ruthless world, an unapologetic, apathy vacant shit of a society. A dump. With no one out there to change it.

I got high off of anything I could get my mitts onto. I smoked everything smokeable. I drank liquor stores, and gorged pharmacies. And the result of this, was a train wreck.

No, I mean it. Seriously.

Nonononono I don't think you understand.

Let me explain.

I was out to get more cough medicine, and more razors. Little did I know the trouble of the ride home...