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Rehab
Cherie Darby
Rehab
I am addicted to you.
I am trapped in my own private room.
I watch the walls close in on me.
I watch through the window at all the patients in the garden.
They are patients of love.
They are patients of heartbreak.
I watch as they wander.
It was not better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
Love got me in rehab.
I scrape the walls with my bitten nails.
The nurses inject me with some kind of medicine:
it is supposed to heal the affliction.
The medicine works till night.
When they turn off the lights I scream!
I scream when they turn off the lights!
The darkness means no hope for me.
I am trapped in rehab.
The doctors say time will heal me.
I don’t know if I believe them because I am still devoted to the high.
The medicine just reminds me that you were my number one drug.
I want to get out of rehab so I can get to you,
and then you can transform my mood.
I want my high returned.
The scars on my heart are as vivid as the burn on that girl’s arm.
I want to be alleviated.
I am in rehab and my family won’t visit me.
I am alone here.
The pain!
Ugh the pain!
They say heroin is hard,
but somehow I believe you are worse.
I believe that a beautiful drug ruined my life.
It’s going to take everything I have to go back to a prevalent life.
It will be a loveless life.
Forgive me father for thinking about suicide.
I can’t even cry.
I can’t even speak.
Rehab took it all away from me!
I am addicted!
Bring him back to me!
I am in rehab.
I need a cure for this disease
