I'm not okay

Addiction

We all get addicted to something or someone that takes away the pain. When that one support is taken away we are never able to breath the same again. It is by going down into the abyss that we find the treasures of life. She found her drug there. And now she has to quit it and she can't. It hurts, without hurting. She can hear the peaceful words spoken only to realise she has to wake up and realises she doesn't want to anymore. She just wants to lie down and never get up. She found her new addiction and it paints her skin red. Every time the scars begin to fade the urge and desire to bring them back deep enough for it to last longer and longer until one day it lasts forever becomes stronger and stronger. And everyday she draws a picture for her addiction. She draws it with a twist. She draws it with a razor. And if she does it right, a red fountain appears to take her pain away and wash away the desire for another day.