Prescription
The hesitation I had to take this medication, wasn't a celebration because my body
Did not have the proper preparation to take life on as a repsonsibility, a priority that I knew my arms
Wouldn't be able to be carrry on my back
I wasn't sure if my feet would ever be able to touch the floor because the gravity of being me, an
Idea that i just refuse to handle because God, my soul was subliminally dismantled
By those pills laying on the bathroom floor
Now I was sure that I had wiped the white powder from off my hands, but then I thought damn,
I never quite had the chance to wipe off the shame that was covering the beauty on my face
Because by the time I tried to wash the dirt off, the letter on the mirror read the word DISGRACE
Hate wasn't the word, and resentment was just a blur, that tried to change what I really felt,
Which was Hell
A lake of fire that ignited the aching pain of my soul, thrashing and thrwoing up every sensation of
A substance that took what I wanted most which was love
A gift that I had never recieved,but decieved me as I unwrapped the bow off what I thought
Was mine under that Christmas tree of Hope
But then I realized that I could not cope with knowing that this bottle of dope
Was a prescription that I could just not take
Because it created everything I knew to once to be my reality,
Into a dark and twisted fake