It's been awhile since I was this sober.
I believe I was about nine the last time.
You never realize you're completely fried, when you're always high.

Six straight years of ***, cigarettes, happy pills, and the occasional fun powder. Making **** sure it never ends, because if it ever did, I would know what it is I'm running from.

Running around ****** felt like a safety cushion.
Constantly stopping me from collapsing on the floor.
Stopping my bones from shattering, my blood and bile from gushing out, and my insides from exploding.

I think the fall would've killed me had I experienced the last six years sober.
I guess in the long run the highs are going to **** me the same way being sober would.
My insides are rotting, and my brain is fried.

I'm going to crumble.