You were happy. You had a fresh start at life and a fresh start at happiness, but I ruined it. I told you how I dealt with a little thing called pain. I told you what I used and I spelled out there names. I told you the feeling, the feeling of relief. The way it felt to be dealt with. I gave you the order, the amount, how many. Enough to be happy, enough to be sane, enough to were u cant here your name, enough to fly to a faraway place, enough to be scared, uncalm & unaware. I gave you the symptoms; the nausea and fatigue. I even told you how much if you wanted to OD. But as crazy has it sounds I was just telling my way. I never thought I'd never speak to you after that day. You started to change. You forgot your normal way, you changed itz name. You used my way, all of it & got the symptoms. But something I'm sorry for, I never told you itz like a drug. And a drug is like addiction slipped under a rug. Like a termite eating at your wood. I shoulda said when to stop and what it did to my life, but I didnt and that night when you used, your body didnt put up a fight.
-Renia,
