i'm out of ways
to show off my sadness...
so i will show it no more.

pain, pain
go away.
numb on the outside,
but far from okay.

Love is a hard drug.
It leaves me strung out,
with it's ups and downs.
Exhausted, but still wanting more.
It makes me laugh,
makes me cry.
It has me hazy, dazy
and I'll make poor choices.
You're like ******...
I want you inside me even if it hurts.
I'll give you my home, my money,
all my time.
I'll do anything for love.
I'll get naked and give my all.
I'm addicted to your love.

I don't want to die.
I'm afraid of the unknown.
Just like I'm afraid of you leaving.
When will it happen? It is unknown.
I want to escape, like the coward I am.
I could drug myself into oblivion, or scream myself a mile ahead the act...
Why is rejection so scary?
It's not even a reality, yet.
I dream of being anything other than human, just so I can avoid the act of suicide.

If I could be
as busy as
my depression...
I'd be a
better
person.
Tired of this
emotional
rollercoaster.
I'm better
off
dead.

I'm fine.
I'm not fine.
I'm fine!!
I'm not fine..
I'm fine.....

drug addicts are just rich people without money.