She had a bad religion open to her own prescription . overdosed on the thoughts of him and he became her new addiction. But there was something hidden stranger than self affliction. The pain he afflicted was more then skin deep. While she fought with both his and her demons she began to sink and nothing mattered excepted for what he thinks. Worse then the battle in one's mind she was battling for his time but it never came to her attention that the one she called her line was pulling her out of the water and instead of thinking she was sinking and yet she couldn't breathe in his air. His hands around her neck tightening closing out the air of her time but her joy was still sublime because he had become her prescription. The painful medicine she needed or did she? Night after night body hits the floor yet she begs for more because he was her addiction. The suicidal thoughts swirling like a whirlwind a tornado of defeat wrapped up just to spit her out in the ground leaving her like she was found broken. Leaving her to pick up the pieces.but he was her prescription. What does she do when the medicine he gave stopped working and became he same thing she was allergic to .the thing killing her on the inside and out slowly causing her to wither in the wind wondering how this all began when it started off as friends now he loves and hates again and again till she bleeds out her love her heart on her sleeve the medicine gave her the tools to cut.she draws her prescription name on her arm just so he knows that he is bringing her harm and the battle keeps going until he sees her on the floor and all he wants to do is injure her more. He watches her bleed out and doesn't try to seek out any help because she had a bad religion.she was open to her own prescription. She overdosed on the thoughts of him. And he became her new addiction.
