my hospital bed
does not fit
all the things i wish to say
that are stuck inside my head
i am a pill bottle
full of morphine and liquid kindness
flushing the pills is such a pain
and sometimes i think all the time i spent suffering was for nothing
if im just going to remain clean
but i did not grieve and ache
for no purpose
because behind every lid is a pill
and in that pill, memories
and flushing them
will free the addict
from the chains
of trauma
