scraps i found

well the world's wobbling and parts of me and numb, i can feel this new shit ripping out the previous sensory installments
as they attach themselves forcefully to me from deep within, god damn it feels good to have some fucking pain meds,
shit between the withdrawal and all my general fucking pains i think i need a script but shit doctors and me, who woulda known...
i want some fucking opium script fuck yeah! no seriously i do yeah i had a street habit now gimmie pills before i bash you i
got a bum shoulder get me mad and i'll choke ya morphine i stitched my knee forget how many i was drinking after morphine,
i cant sleep medical herb i rinse my pay check on pain meds n ganja to try n sleep, i chow down on ket to get sleep sometimes
when outa town, or maybe in my elbow's raw from breaking it before, yeah i had some breathing issues heard you
call it respritory distress, nah not often couple times a week so it aint bothering, my nose gets broke the cocaine made it
fragile you got some helium i can enhale ? my muscles ache score me some valium not 10's i want more. i need subbi's bad cos
i cant afford another bag of this ganga
it takes the edge of broken heart syndrome depressed bi polar ? i think you realise i got some issues that go beyond a tissue