This Feeling (inspired by: A million little pieces 'James Frey' )

Soft flutter of sounds around, I surrendered

Smiling, why is that the last thing I remember?

I'm coming to, yes I know

Falling from my high, to the below

Blink once, I know I'm breathing

Blink twice, death I'm seeking

Open my eyes to the bright room

My head, it goes boom boom

I lift my hands to my face

Gooey liquid all over the place

Looking at my hands I see a sea of red

I open my mouth but, no words are said

I get to my knees

And realize it’s hard to breath

All feeling has ceased--

One leg then the other

There are people around but they don’t even bother

My eyes show the need for help

Somehow I deserve to be dealt

With the pain that I have inflicted on myself

So why do I really think they should feel sorry

All I want to be is free

And see the world around me

Maybe through different eyes

See the blue blue skies

I need to kick this God awful habit

  Just full out attack it

You know, they say it would be easy

But it’s not when you’re always busy

Snorting a line

Or forming a perfect rhyme

Of the mouth and the bottle

Start walking and you begin to wobble

You can’t see strait

And you begin to get irate

Tears from your eyes

Wishing you would just fall over… and die

That’s it, I'm done

I’ve had my stupid fun

I'm going to run

From the drugs

Stop being ‘the thug’

Get a new life

And strive

I'm clean

And I'm freed