He was my hand sanitizer,
to clean away my demons.
But I was being greedy,
and ran him over my cuts.
He was my lightbulb,
to help me see.
But I shined him too bright,
and it burned me.
He was my sweater,
to protect me from the cold.
But I wore him too much,
and he slowly formed holes.
He was my drug,
to help me get rid of the pain.
But I used him too much,
and I became addicted, it all went in vain.
He is my everything,
he completed me.
But I needed too much too be fixed,
so he left me in the dust.
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God this one made me cry while writing this. I have no idea why I'm crying. Maybe it's because of the fact that I cringe every time I look at the mirror. I don't know. I am sobbing and I have no idea why...
Your Happy Duckling,
Mansi the Demigod
