star-soul
I Miss You
I miss the drugs more than I care to admit.
I think about them everyday.
A fine white powder. Crushed glass. A slight stinging. Then...
Nothing.
No problems. Suddenly its all okay.
No pains. No part of the flesh screaming out at the angry destruction.
No hunger. The madness is gone.
Sometimes I wonder if I should have tried so hard to stop.
I was really better off....