Chapter 18 of 46

drugs

masochism86 words~1 min read

i wish i could be on drugs again. at least then i was hooked on something that couldn't hurt me. i don't feel the pain of loving someone who doesn't love me in the same way. it doesn't hurt when i'm in the clouds. it hurts when i look at your pictures or read your letters and remember how i used to be your everything. you love me, but i love substance. one hit won't hurt. unlike sleeping alone when the nightmares of you come back.

Contents
Contents

Comments(0)

Join the discussion — sign in to leave a comment

Sign In to Comment

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts!