So, I wrote this May 5th. This poem was influenced by Prince's death. What a tradgedy and waste his death was. I then thought of the viscous cycle it is going for in for some sort of pain or a procedure Prince was a teacher and taught us all. He wanted help but it was to late. I believe he would want others to get help. He taught even in death. Please heed his lesson.

Hey doc I need some help
My back, my hip, even my brain
Take these pills they will ease your pain
Codeine, oxy, percocet
I promise you will feel brand new
Didn't realize then but found a "friend"

Days go by, turn into weeks
1 pill, 2 plills, 3 pills, 4
I go to the doc and ask for more
Codeine, oxy, percocet
I'm going to get a brand new script
He then says no more, go now please

I dont understand the pain is unreal
So I decide to go on a shopping trip
Don't even get high like a rocket ship
Codiene, oxy, percocet
I take my pills though I fear
1 doc, 2 docs, 3 docs, 4

There are 2 ways this story can end
Walk into rehab, walk through the pain
Or die young this is no game
Codeine, oxy, percocet
I walk through the doors like a lamb to the slaughter
I've decided to surrender to a higher power