Here's the truth, I hear voices, I hear something say, it'll make you feel better. So I pour myself a drink, just one I say, just one every time. Till I turn around to pour another to only miss the glass, you'd think it'd hit the floor, but nothing ever dose, because next thing you know it's empty, next think you know you're falling over... next think you know you're pulling yourself off the ground onto the counter to only put something up your nose you can't puke up or take back, you crave it, you want it. But as soon as you have it you're regretting every second of what you just did, so you get it out of the house so you can fight the voices because theirs no more substances to feed them, you think the voices are gone, till you rip the house apart to the point you can't find anything else, but yourself laying on the floor rocking and shaking. You cry .... because you can't bare to feel another come down, then you snap, you hear bottles smash, you see glass everywhere, you can't open your hands because they hurt so much, then you wake up... you look around and realized what you heard and what you see came from you, you cry, and scream alll over again. Hello, hello, hello !!!! The voicesq wake you up, "where am I " well, it's different every time. You hear her crying, as you crawl to the washroom to throw up, but there's nothing to throw up... blood, you see blood, and you realize your body hasn't tasted food in days, it can no longer hold it down. You cry, and you scream. HELLO, HELLO You hear them again, you just need one more to calm you down.... next thing you know it's 6 am and you haven't slept for 3 days. Because your dreams haunt you. The doctor says he can help, so he gives you pills, to help get off the the things killing you. But wait, now you're sniffing the things they gave you, now you depend on the thing that was suppose to save you. HELLO You wake up, today you change, but wait you can't feel, or touch, or move, because you know longer know how too, because with them is the only way you know how to live. Everyone says get help, why ? So You can have someone try and tell me they understand what I'm going threw .... You look at the table you grab a card, you grab a bill, and you promise yourself it'll be your last, you're scared every single time you put it up your nose, you stair down knowing there's a possibility this one line, will kill you. But for some reason, you always take the chance. You give up, your body is starting to die from the inside out, you cry looking at yourself in the mirror, you promised yourself you'd never become what you're looking at. But you did. The voices say one last one, so you sit there alone looking at it on the table because it's the only thing you feel makes your heart beat, but this time it's not beating anymore, you aren't living anymore, but that thing that killed you, that took your life, is on its way to take another.
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