"FUCK YOU (OPIATE WITHDRAWAL)"

A (KIND OF ANGRY) POEM ABOUT GOING THROUGH OPIATE WITHDRAWAL AND DETOXING AT HOME.

I'm 37 years old, Yet I sit in the same chair I sat in at 17. I did this before, I beat you before, And now I'm here to say FUCK YOU again. So FUCK YOU! And here's why... You snuck up on me, So eloquently, A deceptive dame in a red feather scarf, You're twisted form of art, Leaving me with goosebumps, Now I'm just glad to be alive, And I feel your wrath. So FUCK YOU, Cuz you got me, Skin crawling, Watery eyes, ​Can't shake the shakes, Knuckles crack, sweat breaks, And all I have to say is FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU and bring it on, Bring it on motherfucker, Cuz I am Jason Statham in Transporter, I'll take on 20...no, 40 of you, I will sweat like Cam Newton in the Super Bowl, But after the sweat I'll be the one parting my shirt, Showing you who's Superman, So FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU for taking my sex away, I love to fuck! FUCK YOU for taking my wife away, I love to laugh, FUCK YOU for taking my kids away, I will get back To the day I can play with my babies. FUCK YOU for trying to take everything, My love for poetry, Oceans rolling, Showing me Beauty, I take it in, But used to feel it, So FUCK YOU, For stealing my feeling, FUCK YOU, For taking my salvation, Shaking me up, Making me live lies like your patient. FUCK YOU pain, FUCK YOU sweats, FUCK YOU dialated eyes, These wide eyes are on the prize, And FUCK YOU for these next few days, But you won't have me for good. You can bring it, I know you'll bring it, But I have too much to follow your path again, To lose my friends, To risk my job, I won't follow you. I will fight with the wrath of a charging rhino, The will of a hungry lion, FUCK YOU, And I don't even know if that means Fuck...me. I am 37. Not 27 when you had me. Not 17 when you had me. I have everything, I have the life you dream of, ​I have a sweet ass truck, A kick ass job, An amazing, loving, supporting, caring, outreaching, Beautiful family, I have a stupid condo In this highest taxed town In America, I travel, I hike, I write, I write the words FUCK YOU, And I don't know who I'm saying this to, I don't know why I want to cry, I still can't piece together Exactly how I got to this point, Beat down, Completely controlled by a stupid fucking pill, So I'll say this: FUCK YOU! With all my will. I am taking My zombified body, To battle, Oh we're gonna battle, FUCK YOU motherfucking opiate withdrawal, FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU and bring it on! You can bring pain, I'll take it in and spit back flames! You can bring diarrhea, But I know it's just the toxins in me, Running scared, leaving me... And I even got some Immodium A-D. See... I can even still laugh in the midst of your wrath. You can bring sleepless nights, We will dance till dawn, Like ravers. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU OPIATE WITHDRAWAL! OK.... I think I shook some of that out of me. The truth is, Going through withdrawal is terrifying, But in the end, You must choose life. Don't march in the dark army, It only and always gets worse, Can't start when he wants to disarm me, That fucker always deserts, There's no way to win with opiates, Eventually, You have to square off, So take that cough, Take those runny eyes, Take that shaking, Goosebump covered disguise You call your body, To battle, And if you don't think this is war, You got another coming for sure. Here's what I'm doing to win, I am going to laugh, And scream with rage, At everything you throw at me, Fight for the life that you stole from me, So fuck you, I write these lines To fight to be free, To let you know, What you took from me, I will dream again, I will get excited again, I will laugh out loud, Do dumb dances in the middle of the street For no reason And not care who's looking, I will taste the sweet, salty and succulent, Bring it to you hostile, Truculent, So I can enjoy a sunset again. I will say fuck you Because I'm looking at life, And remembering, That I already refused to choose You, Over all that I have. Fuck you. Fuck you, You won't win, I won't win, Because I will win, My will will win, The real me, Will win, So fuck you, or fuck me, whatever, just FUCK, I'll see you in the bathroom, ​Bitch. Let's go to war

(SOURCE: digital Poet)

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