The feeling of your 25 inch gauge 

Piercing through my pale thin skin

Shooting numbness through my pretty blue veins.

                   My skinny shaking hands take in your every dose,

You were never meant to be my first choice

I always swore I’d stay                            

                                                        Far away 

From your dangerous game 

You were the dark cloud hovering over me every night, every day.

You taught me to steal and lie

Leading me to believe that’s all I’d ever need to get by.

             Why wake up?

                                           Why go to school? 

DON’T

            read another book, DON’T click another pen.

                                  Once I let you in, you’ll never let me see the light of day again .  

You took my youth

You took my soul

You took all I ever had to hold.

                                      You’re an imposter

                                Turning girls like me into monsters.

Now that I left you , I’m am strong.

I’m left trying to find the person I was before you.

                                                         You’ll always be on my mind,

                                                                      You are the itch on my wrist.

Even when I’ve gone 11 months without you,

                                   your sharp ends still reach out for me.

YOU STOLE EVERYTHING!

                          Everything AWAY from me.

You turned my family dinners into wars, 

       You turned those once with me, against me.

You turned me into a girl I never want to see again.

                                     You were like a toxic love I couldn’t let go of.

Giving you up wasn’t easy,

         You always put up a fight.

My body was like a sheet of glass

                                                   You were a hammer

Shattering me a million times

You left me alone in meetings, every single day 

                             Where the life of me was literally drained.

Three to eight

Three to eight

THREE TO EIGHT!

Now that I’m clean the wars have stopped

                           Those once against me, now congratulate me.

I no longer crave the feeling of your 25 inch gage

Piercing through my thin pale skin

Shooting numbness through my pretty blue veins.