I used to use at fifteen.
I’m no longer fifteen.
My brains weakened and my hearts on its last straw.
I feel a sense of wanting to be evil
I get memories of when of psychosis.
I told myself life is amazing.
I told myself I could be amazing.
I was on my way home to do more drugs when I felt as if things were working.
I told myself everything will work.
I told myself I’ll get off the drugs.
Maybe if we check the carpet,
I told myself I’ll get off it.
BEGGING FOR DEATH
I told myself I hate myself.
WANTING ONE HIT.
I told myself I can’t stop.
STEALING FROM FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
I told myself I’m addicted.
REBOOT ON SAFEMODE
ATTEMPTING TO REPAIR HARDRIVE