I may do drugs but it’s only to numb the pain that you caused me and i may drink but it’s only to drown the butterflies and I may cut myself but it’s only to cover up the finger prints you left on my skin.
You don’t understand how much I love being numb. Being incoherent as to what is happening. Not being able to decipher between what’s real and what’s not. Being on the edge of reality. It’s the greatest feeling in the world.