I wake up and put on my happy face while the demon inside me
is covered by a thin veil of lace. It started off as a
fling, Id do it once maybe twice but now I'm struggling to
control my own life. Now all I do is sit here and think
about that drink which helped me swallow that pill. The pill
that started my life to go down hill. It seemed so innocent
like what could it do to me ? If only I knew then that it
would never set me free. Day by day I pretend like I'm fine
when inside I'm dying to get high. No one knows the pain I
feel whenever someone mentions a pill. Sometimes I wish that
I had someone there but deep down I know that no one cares.
And with that said, I'm done fighting it. The demon and I
just cant split. Im giving in. Maybe someday I wont need
another hit...