Tell me how's it feel sitting up there?
Feeling so high but you found a way to hold me
You got a job. You were finally employable. It was no glamorous or well-paying job but it was enough to keep a roof above our heads without leeching off other peoples money. You spent all of your time working to keep your head elsewhere. The waitressing kept you busy. I lay at home on the sofa, puking blood into an overflowing bucket. I was in your power. You made me beg for food. It made you feel powerful. You didn't need drugs to give you that powerful sensation anymore, you had your daughter for that.
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Without Me by Halsey
Short StoryThis is something inspired by the song Without Me by Halsey. I wrote this in under 2 hours with the song on repeat. Everyone hears music differently. This is my interpretation of the song.
