another poem by bent

[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

[Stacy Turner]

I hope that now you have something better to look forward to. I'm glad your okay now but I hope their is something or someone in your life now to ensure you stay okay.