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the painkilers dont kill the pain

The days dont wake quietly
They are free of addiction
But not from pain

The morphine didnt get me high
No hospital drugs ever got me high

My body is bent with painkillers
That make me sick
And only mildly relieve this pain
Which never seems to end

If my body is a battle field
My mind is war weary
From fighting to smile
And converse and pretend that I am fine
When it would be much easier to sleep

Because I'm not much for complaining
Until my patience breaks down
Under this pain
And I scream into my hands
To muffle the sound

(C) Indie Adams 2014
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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