My Hunger, My Cravings, I'm trying my best, But the after effects, Are hurting me, My mind is thinking on its own, I don't have control, Of my own life anymore, I try but I fail, Every withdrawal, Is making me fall.
Why is it when i get close to someone they always turn on me in the end? Am i not worth it to them? Am i just a side toy to them or something? I cry myself to sleep knowing you treated me as such😭... it hurt knowing that you used me. Why am i such a failure?😩😩😭😩
Pick me up, And open my cover, But be careful, Cause I might crumble, Read my fine print, Just don’t mock the way I am, I’ve been through alot since then, Drugs, Fights, Heart breaks, And more, Are all the things you’ll find, In my novel.