My feet struggle to find their next step
You took all my strength when you walked out the door

I feel broken down, my blood boiling in the cold

I don't want to feel this way. I want to feel good. I want to feel perfect again. I want my medicine.

My hands shake just thinking of my loss
I stand at the funeral as I lay a rose on my broken heart

I. Can't. Breathe.

I need my medicine.

The strings that held me together are now crumpled on the floor
When you cut them with your sharp words.

I need my medicine.

I'm on my knees, kissing the floor with tainted lips.
I'm gone. Falling without a parachute.

I. Can't. See.

I need my medicine.

I'm trembling, balancing on a tightrope tied to candy sticks.
I'm pulling the trigger with a mad train of thought

I. Can't. Think.

I need my medicine.

Lashes burn my skin. Ruts trace my cheeks from all the nights you've left me alone.

I. Can't. Sleep.

I need my medicine.

I… I need my medicine.

I need your medicine.

I need my drug.

I would like your opinion, but I don't want corrections on grammar or "incorrect use" of so and so things. Not every poem has to follow the rules and there are famous poets who don't and that is why this poem may seem oddly placed, because I intended it that way. I would've liked to have some of the sentences indented, but I can't seem to do that on fiction press /.\ I also placed it in "Life" because it doesn't have to be about a lover. I hope you guys liked it. It was inspired by "Medicine" by Daughter. Yours In Demigodishness.