| Why People Do What They Do |
Our recent project was on Drugs and Why People Do What They Do. This project involved: researching a drug of our choice (mine was Methamphetamine, more commonly known as crystal meth), visiting a rehabilitaion center, writing a short story.
In this blog, you can find the following:
-Short Story
-Extra Credit Poem
The Last Chapter
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=df77d9wt_3hqkf29fp&btr=EmailImport
What A Bad Trip
I close my eyes
I’m not tired
The high is rushing
Through my veins,
My skin
Behind my eye lids
What a bad trip
My hands shake
Then they stop
They’re cold
Then they’re warm
What a bad trip
Internal bliss
Eternal bliss
Internal fear
Eternal fear
I fear for the future
What it has in store for me
I fear for the past
The things I haven’t been able to let go of
Too much time to think
This drug sinks in
My head spins
I’m back on my feet
Where am i?
What is this room?
Oh it’s my house
What a bad trip
I’m cold
I’m hot
I’m numb
I’m lost
I see the words on the screen
They don’t make sense
My mind is in another dimension
The screen shakes
Am I typing correctly?
I swallow, my throat is dry
I reach for water,
It spills all over me
What a bad trip.
I can’t function
I cry,
Hopeless
When will this nightmare stop?
If only I hadn’t take that pill
If only I hadn’t taken that extra line
If only I had resisted
This music isn’t enough to drown out my inner cries
I’m only hurting myself
I’ll close my eyes and force the bugs back under my skin
I’ll close my eyes and make my mind quiet
I’ll close my eyes and listen to the words of the song
I’ll close my eyes and hope not to wake up…
I’m not awake
I won’t awake |
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