Used to be

The second I let it drip

It feels wet and moist

Travelling down till I feel the saltiness at my lip

I had a choice

But I let it consume me

Then he comes trying to resume it

I sit at home

Dark, cold and alone

I talk to the moon

Hopping to get over this soon

with a pen and a book

I go over everything you took

The ink stains the page

And I'm free from the cage

I then realise....I was never me

Or the girl who I used to be