It Hurts So Good

She lay with her face submerged in the pillows when she realizes she can't breathe. Her screams were muffled by her tears absorbed. The drugs come heavy, the drugs come cheap. As she pushes the needle into her fragile arm another time she wonders if the sun will ever rise. The raspy voice of Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground fill the opium scented cave, which is her room. She lay numb in a lithium induced state. She wants to feel again, if only for a second. She picks up the razorblade that she keeps by her bedside table and cuts herself. She cuts deep and long. As she watches the blood run down her arm she cries. It hurts so good.