This is where it all began. In my head. Nothing goes right in there.
I say "I'm fine", when trully I'm dieing inside. My own thoughts eat me from the inside out and no one, no drug, and no psychologist can fix that. Be careful with the words you spill because those words may spill down the wrong pipe in someone's throat causing them to drowned in those words. Wanting to let go ,let those words fill their lungs. No breathing, no air, no time to turn around. This is exactly what they think they want. We think we don't deserve anything cause we dont. Others say we are worth it but no one can convince me otherwise. I try to say there's a reason I do this. There has to be a reason I'm here but ..... i don't know anymore. I don't think I deserve what I have and what I wish to see. This is the cost of the drug. Your heart,mind, and soul. Your emotions disappear. You have no proper thoughts anymore. You are empty inside and it's dark. That dark place is where the drug puts you. Their words that drown you are the drug. They created the pain and say that they can understand you but no one can understand what they create until they feel it.
This is the drug.
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My Mind
Short Story*don't read if you like to leave distasteful comments cause that'll only give me more to write about *
