Flehmmrehsna

It's getting to the point
where I'm no one anymore.
Sometimes it's hurts
so badly I must cry out loud

Damn you vicodin, you used to be my friend, but now you go away too soon and all I'm left with is this small tumor-shaped badger trying to claw its way through my eye and ear holes. Ho...how are you doing that? It's like you got little freddie kruger arms dug into the top of my skull trying to pull it apart at the craggy sutures holding my head together.