as she threw herself to the floor.

She doesn't know what she wants,

but she always wants more.

Creeping up along the darkness

is her distorted state of mind.

Awaiting hungrily for a solution

it will never find.

A confused cry for help;

she is acting quite derranged.

She doesn't realize

how much her life has changed.

She clutches her forehead

and curls into a ball.

Shaking, rocking herself to sleep,

staring absently at the wall.

The life she lives is no longer real.

She must realize she has a disease

that drugs cannot heal.