crack
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How are you?
Im fine.
Are you sure?
Im fine.
You look sad though...
Im fine.
So no cravings?
Im fine.
I guess, no, I don’t guess. I have too many scars to count. When did these start to amount, I don’t know.
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see
A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty.
I struggled with my relationship with my family.
Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
See, I wonder, if you loved me so, why did you do that?
If you thought I made you happy, why did you ruin that?
My heart still aches once in awhile, and this is one of those times.
His scent sends my blood ablaze
He takes my mind to a whole different place
Heart rate increasing , conscious depleting, sensation building don't want it to end
Hes brought me the warmth again that had once left my soul
There’s no rocks at my bottom
They’re up in smoke
Or held as evidence
And these events set precedence
To my current residence
My bottoms a clean slate
A scratched up plate
