Drugs,
Alcohol,
***,
Maybe they actually do help,
With the pain..
Help you to get through it,  
Help you to carry on,
To numb your insides,
To work its way inside like an antidote,
But they also **** you slowly on the inside,
Like the feelings you've been keeping in for quite some time,
Always doing damage,
Always killing you from the inside,
Always taking over,
Soul..
Body..
And mind..
Always doing damage,
Each and every time..
Slowly..
Slowly..
On the inside..