It’s my drug
and I’m addicted.
It is my only escape.
I need it.
I can get it,
With just the wave of my hand.
Just a touch,
That isn’t special
Is what I need to stay alive.
I use it.
I abuse it.
It’s how I’ve learned to survive.
Sex is my weapon
Of protection
That I use to forget.
Memories
And the flashbacks
Are temporarily forgotten.
The release
Is the relief
My tortured mind needs.
I’m broken.
Can’t be saved.
My drug is keeping me alive.
