My hands will not stop shaking. 
I sit on them,
They move.
I crack my knuckles,
And they still move.
Tremors.

I am lightheaded.
I stand,
It rushes.
I stand,
And I feel faint.
I stand,
I fall.

My stomach aches.
I cannot eat.
I cannot drink.
I cannot smoke.
My stomach turns.

Every time this happens.
Drugs,
They are meant to make you feel better.
They try to help you.
They are life sustaining. 
They destroy you.

If these were illegal,
I couldn’t complain
If they were illegal,
I would want them,
I wouldn’t need them,
I wouldn’t cry. 

Fairness?
Does not exist.
Kindness?
Does not exist.
Only side effects.