A Vow Of Hate

It doesn’t matter how devastating the outcome is; we can’t turn back time – can’t change the past – can’t fix the future.

sleeping pills like my life depended on them, I chased the numbness – the world between reality and unconsciousness.

Until I started to obsess over it.

We were all addicted to something that took pain away.

But me?

Well, I needed it.

Pain buried its fangs into my flesh, tearing into me, sinking its poison into my veins and I craved it more than I wanted solace or needed salvation.

Pain was a dwelling of madness, but it was exactly what kept me sane.

You can’t break what’s already broken.