Just Another Bad Memory

• Sean Lord, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

One more shot and it all goes away, bad memories, all the pain.
One more shot man and it's all good, it's all fine. But deep inside I know it's all a lie.
Inside I cry out, shout out all my pain and fear. But there's no-one around me to hear.
So I shoot another one up my veins, feel all the bad stuff just go away....
Suddenly my mind aches and I start to shake, feel the earth underneath me start to quake.
But that's normal man, that's ok, that's the price you got to pay .
Give me another shot man and it'll go away. Another shot man, keep them coming.
Wait what's that noise why's everyone running? Blue and red, light up the night.
Painting the darkness with their light, men with blue shirts take me in.
Ask me pointless stuff, seriously man "how have I been?" Do I look alright to you?
Do I look ok? Can't you feel my pain? Hear the screaming voices in my brain?
So go ahead call a shrink, tell me what she thinks, I couldn't care less man your all the same.
You don't know me, my memories, my pain. Tell me why I should care, you've never been there.
Never seen what I've seen, Never been what I've been.
So when I get out of here it's another shot for me and soon you'll be.
Just another bad memory.