I always questioned if the devil was real.

Was grown up on secrets and lies, tucking things under the rug.
Forcing a smile on my lips, and praying to god for a better tomorrow.
And some days it would work, and others it wouldn't so I had a leap of faith.

Some may think the devil isn't real, but I can assure you he is.
And we happen to call him Addiction.
Grew inside my body like wildfire.

I never wanted to be like you.

I let smoke fill my lungs, my eyes starting to fade low.
Genius. Hey, what a fix for the time being.

I have *** for the first time ever.
Numb.
Is this love?

Not even *** could fulfill the high I was searching for.
Dark.

I was itching for the urge to feel nothing at all.

And then I met you,
and with meeting you I met many, many other things.

Pretty little pill, where have you been all my life?
Allowing the world to blur around me.
Numb.
"Hello? Are you in there anymore?"

"No."

I look at myself in the mirror.
Who are you?

"Never again." I say.
But we all know how that goes.