You; It all began with you. Not the pills. I'd never tasted addiction before Only in the form of sticking my head down a toilet, or smoking 16 cigarettes.
Fall In winter- I'd hope you get it Because every moment at first Felt like an autumn day. It felt comfortable, There was joy.
I; Anxious me. Anxious, obsessive-compulsive Me. I needed you like a drug. I was selfish, and you began to forget Who you said you were.
Fall, Like we began to. But last fall, I didn't feel joy with you. And I ask myself, late January, Was breaking down my walls and allowing You to understand me Ever worth it?
We; A perfect picture Of two high school sweetheart drop-outs. Of two ******, suicidal fools. And even At the bottom layer, there were so many things Only you knew. Know.
All Good things end. Or change paths before they do. This was a twisted path, one I'd never Dared to think of before I understood, And I know I must be the grown up here And say goodbye.
Fall Will come again. But I won't think about that for now. I'll continue to move ahead, paying no Mind to the ghouls around me. When I say I plan to accomplish Something, I do it.
Down; Turn the memories down low. I am trying to read about my next big Step in life. And I just wanted to make sure You knew that you are not-nor will you Ever be, a link in the chain again. I'm not going to apologize.