Submissions by Chinaski5 (Lee--)

I want pills, no chasers. I crave
The sight of the bottom of my nose
In a mirror cut up by white lines.  
People say they are suicidal,
I say show don’t tell.
I test death to taste it.
I take a sip and savor it.
I want those glass table girls.
When they look at me,
I see death taunting me.
I watch them dance in hell.  
They move without worry.
They know they are going
Nowhere and don’t care.
They are expendable, replaceable,
And they don’t ask too many questions.
They make me worse and I love them for it.

The higher I climb, the harder I fall.  
Fuck it though; I’m on four for the thrill of it.
When I close my eyes, I’m thoughtless, serine.
As day turns to night, black fades to grey.
I crave no motion inside my brain.
I’m looking for an end to this twisted game.
I want an absence of feeling to relieve my pain.
When the room goes dark, there’s
No madness in my mind. Not this time.
I have stress relief in a tablet waiting to be taken.
I’m stuck in a room filled with mirrors,
Distorting every thought or feeling
That penetrates the...

Getting high is the easy part,
It’s coming down that’s hard.
You walk with heavy feet all of a sudden.
It gets hard to think and the room gets darker.
Your heart starts beating desperately
And then it gets rough.
The sweats start to kick in.
You feel frantic, alone, and unsure.
You begin seeing the world from the bottom
And soon it starts to consume you.
You reach for anything you can
But nothing seems to do it.
You are vulnerable and
Your mind won’t work.
Music annoys you and a
Phone call is out of the picture.
You just want...