I need something,
Something to bring me back,
Back away from the edge.

A little something,
Just something to relax me,
Stop me short of the ledge.

I just need the pink pill,
Or maybe I could use the purple,
I just need to be me today.

Can I have a little taste,
Not too much I promise that,
Something to pick me up is all.

I want to taste, taste,
All I want is a taste, taste.

Something to take this edge away,
Just a little something for the shakes.

I don't wanna be me today,
Give me the blue pill,
I'm hovering close to suicide.

Cautiously optimistic this will be the one,
The one to take all the pain away,
The one to erase all of this shame.

I want to taste, taste,
All I want is a taste, taste.

Something to take this edge away,
Just a little something for the shakes.

Now I'm violently shaking,
I need my pill, give me my pill,
I'm not normally this angry.

My vision is becoming blurry,
Eyes clouded by beads of sweat,
I'm shaking, violently shaking.

I just want this pain to go away,
Look at my face, now I'm crying,
I just want another peaceful day...

Yea. Yea. Yea. !!!!

Sadly enough, many people feel this one. Tough but good write Fear, thanks for sharing.

The manic personality and panic of addiction is perfectly expressed.

Great write fear.
I also enjoyed your previous write with the Last Mohican.

Both excellent.

Wow fear, how the hell did you get into my head this morning?

prefectly described....seen this alot with my friends.....along time ago...the urgency sensed, good job!

Thanks for all the comments everyone, all of them much appreciated.

Epic win. That was, I think, my favourite of yours I've read. I loved it.

Very good, Fear! You portray the addict very nicely, the wants and needs and excuses. "WooHoo!"

Thanks you two, as always your comments are much appreciated.