another poem by bent

this is one i wrote it tells a little of my past and the road i have traveled on(apperently my car broke down at this point, lol) _______________________ follow my words and i will tel you a story about a time when i thought i could fly now these words arent about pride, power or glory they are about taking too many pills and floating up high now, i am not sure why i thought that i could control i guess i thought i had iron will but, in truth no one does and i was on a roll so i ingested about 10 pills now this is the way i spent most of my days so messed up i couldn't tell you my name the first drink i took wrote the end of the book but, for me it was part of my game i would've probably been fine had i stayed between these lines but, more often then not that is not how it goes then i thought some morphine would be great and that sealed my fate as i was feeling it from my head to my toes now, once i was here it became oh so clear no matter what i did it would not be enough next came the coke, a valium and a bar these thing, they got me quite far in fact, in an hour i was feeling quite rough so, i was no longer swell hit my head as i fell felt like someone swept me down with a broom though, i thought i was tough not nearly enough i woke up in the emergency room the way i felt i cant describe though it was a very bad vibe still, i was angry at what was to follow they told me slow down try to catch my breathe or else, catch my death and boy, that is a tough pill to swallow then, i did it again right back in the sin i just love to put myself through hell but, today i do nothing i just sit and i think nastolgic, alone, in my cell