Rehabilition

Rehabilitation

A long hall, plastered with stains filled with tension and anxiety.

My lungs are filled with fear and my eyes with rain

As I pass the white, boring doors.

I beg the tiles staring up at me

To make my existance ignored.

I enter the depths of familarity

And stare at the pale, drained, lifeless faces

As their eyes of heroine stare back at me.

My blood burns as my cheeks blaze rose red

And the enourmous man stands before my petite figure

As I whisper under my breath that I wish I was dead.

He asks why I started

And my blackened heart beats wildly

Even as I silently plea for it to be forgetten.

I peer up at him through fixed poisened eyes

And murmur that I "just wanted to try it out"

Regardless if it was a pitiful lie.

He places a hand on my head

And I snarl up at him for I do not want to be there -

All I want is to be rotting in my bed.

He looks around the dullness,

Blares that I am one of them now - another addict.

Tamed and locked in as if blandness will stop me.

Stop me from getting my motivation,

My blissful intoxication.

As if a sobbing mother and a heartbroken father will change my mind.

As if other's stories will change my mind.

As if anything else can change my mind except myself.

As if being caged like this animal I have become will save me from myself.