March 16, 2012

relapse

It's sad to say you're like a drug, and when your blood mixes with mine it's the best I've felt in my entire life. The longer I go, the worse I feel and I haven't had a fix in awhile. I don't know how to get past this. I don't know how to stop. The more of you I get the more damage is done, and when you're gone the damage doesn't stop. Do you even give a fuck? Did you ever? You've destroyed me completely and utterly. I'm useless now. I'm nothing. You've embedded your barbs into my veins as you force your addictive poison in. I've got no way out, there's only relapse and overdose.

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