Drugs are lot like love because they can cause happiness the first time you use. Then you get addicted and you start using every day to get that first time high back. When you come to the conclusion that you're not going to get that high back you start to go insane and start using other drugs and eventually you become an addict. You end up hurting other people in the process of trying to make yourself feel alive again, you loose friends that you thought that would be there forever. When you finally come back down from your high and there isn't anything to take away the pain so you die inside. The pain of someone never loving you back slowly creeps into your thoughts and come to think that it's your fault. You start drinking in hopes of it taking away the pain , it does but for only a few hours and in those few hours you live a false reality of you being with the one that loves you and wants no one else they're the prefect person. After those few hours you're sober again and there's no one there for you anymore and you cry your eyes out and go to the bathroom and look in the mirror thinking "what's wrong with me? Why can't anyone just love me?" You grab the razor and slowly Graze it across your wrist wondering if you were gone would you be missed.
