Literature
My Drug... (Trigger Warning)
It's my drug, it's my curse, it's was my everything...and I miss it, I miss the sharpness running across my skin, I miss the blood, I miss the pain, I miss it all; why won't you come back to me? come back my beautiful silver blade..I miss you. My drug isn't beer, my drug isn't pills, my drug isn't sex, love or rock n roll, it's the pretty little razor blade that haunts my dreams, makes me scream...I want her back...bring my drug back to me and let cure my curse...because it's all I've got.