angel winged devil

you gave me 40 mg of just enough to keep me hanging

no one gave you that power. You still don’t have that power but when you give enough.

they overdose.

Overdosed on our shared secrets and 4 am calls. Overdosed on overdosing on the feeling on something new. The new kind of feeling that made me okay with feeling wanted.

The withdrawal was the worst part.

it wasn’t you just not being there but you now controlled everything.

my breathing turned into panic.

But you don’t care. and i knew that. ~The 130 mg i was given the night of the storm then waking up feeling drained should’ve been my warning. But you don’t leave when your only high is on drugs~

My most two fragile things I shared with you. You ruined it.

my friends turned away. the wanting of feeling full vanished. You knew this was the withdrawal.

Two weeks later some of the symptoms are gone.

My Friends are back but I like the feeling of emptiness. maybe you would like me then. You made me this way.

But today. In this very moment.

40 mg of opiate was given to me again.

This was definitely the same old stuff you always read. We get it. Your sad. But fuck it. It’s February