Pain

It started with pain.

Making slits in my wrist,

That sting like fire

And as straight as an arrow.

It started with pain.

Smoking that poisonous stick.

Letting it fill my chest,

One take at a time.

It started with pain.

Chugging down the devil's water.

So bitter and strong,

Yet sweet and kind to my heart.

It started with pain.

Trying new things,

Like Blue Dream and Durban Poison

As my eyes became rubies.

It started with pain.

Bottle after bottle

Each one filled to the top

With the best of what medicine can make.

It started with pain.

Piles of white on top of my table.

Giving me this feeling of energy,

That I still don’t have.

It started with pain.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I pulled on the trigger.

Now I have no more pain.