Full moons have come and gone <br />More than once I born <br />With new scales and thorns <br />Blooming out of my new layers of skins <br />I can't say where you've been. <br /> <br />Hair grows <br />It dyes and streaks <br />Gels and hair sprays <br />In the end <br />There will always be split ends <br />Waiting to be cut. <br /> <br />Remind yourself <br />Life doesn't grow back <br />When you split from the world <br />Your grave will cut you off. <br /> <br />We're smoked up <br />By injecting ourselves with ourselves <br />Our own venom turning us into a drug <br />A drug retaken <br />So that everything seems real. <br /> <br />I will leave the drug I am when I die <br />I'll smoke myself till then.<br /><br />Mehreen Mujeeb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rehab-7/
