I am an addict. Running all over town, scouring town looking for a someone that can give me the drug so I can finally get high. Finding replacements or imitations. But none like you. Never being able to achieve the high i need. I love it when you find your way in my veins and wrapped around my mind and never let go. Gave me the best feeling in the world. Then you gave me a bad high, a horrid trip. I didn’t want another dose of you, But, the high you gave me all other times were so great, I can’t bear to be without you, I’m slowly dying from withdrawal and need my dosage to keep going. But, I’m always hesitant whenever I get the chance, ever since that one bad trip, I’m afraid that I’ll never be able to get the fix that I so desperately need.

A world where pain isn’t an often occurrence.
Where loneliness is something humanity hasn’t heard of,
A world where Depression is a delusion.
Where self harm/suicide is ones worst nightmare instead of ones solution.