Addiction in the Shadows By Charity Stewart Prescription drugs and lean scattered on the table. My life is like a movie so please turn on the cable. I'm popping pills all day because my pain has become a riddle. Can't pick between recovery or death because I'm stuck in the middle. Now I'm completely numb like I been injected with lidocaine. Pills working me out like I'm starting to train. Something tugging at my heart telling me that I need to stop popping pills. Without them I can't tell in life what's real. People telling me that I need to put the drugs aside. I keep telling them the drugs are the reason I'm still alive. I have plenty of access to all the drugs I need. Took too many perkys so my inside is starting to bleed. While sipping out of my styofoam I feel freedom in my midst. I failed all my drug tests because there is tons of codeine in my piss. If I overdose tonight, I don't think I will be missed. My heart is full of pain so it feels like a cyst. Respirations are shallow and my vision is blurry. Waiting to take my last breath but death doesn't seem to be in a hurry. I know my lifestyle is making a lot of people worry. The narcotics is causing my stomach to burn like I ate some bad curry. Standing in the streets and I'm starting to hallucinate. I reach in my pocket and I still have plenty of drugs to take. My eyes is closing and I'm falling to my feet. Choking up blood while slowly transitioning to hell so I can feel the heat. A few minutes later my life flashes before my eyes. I'm not afraid of death because my soul already died. Gasping for air in my final moments. Only now I realize that the drugs were my strongest opponent.