Addicted to Medicine

I three my back out, the pain too hard to describe.
The anguish went away, with the pills doc prescribed.

The pain would be excruciating, I would then consume the pill.
The medication made me hazy, I liked the way it made me feel.

If the kids got on my nerves, then a pill I would pop.
The problems that surrounded me, in my mind they would stop.

When the back pain subsided, I told my doctor it was still there.
I knew I was becoming addicted, in that instance, I did not care.

I hid it from my family, also from my friends.
I was becoming a pro medicating, at any function, I could pretend.

One day I took two pills, I got behind the wheel.
Before I knew what had happened, my neighbor's boy I had killed.

This little boys' death is on my mind everyday.
When I look at his parents I do not know what to say.

Before getting help for my problem, it took a little child's death.
The guilt is so overwhelming, yet the flavor for the pill is still there.