Why I was able to conquer my feelings
I stepped out of my shoes
I saw who I'd become when I was with her
I saw the bloody blades on the table,
And the nervous panic attacks at night
I saw my spirited self morph
Into a depressed, bipolar girl,
Who's struggle was to keep her alive
To remind her she was worth it
And all the while, the happiness drained out
Leaving a pale, empty shell
She made me become just like her
And I refuse to live my life that way
She was addicting, I was obsessed
But each day I saw her I deteriorated
She was a pill,
but now I'm drug free