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Her Drug


You know my mom

The lady that gave birth to me

The lady that feed me

Bathe me

Nurtured me

She sounds like a pretty normal mom

She rarely complained about it

Mainly put me first

But there is something she never talks about

It’s something many people don’t know about her  

She’s a drug dealer

Pretty weird huh

She never explained why she does this

Many drugs she have given to me

Many she experimented with her self

 

There’s this one drug she gave me

It was all pink and pretty wrapped in a bow

It was like a wonder land of sparkles and rainbows

Made specifically for me

And no one else

But on the inside it was dark and dusty

It burned my heart time to time

It hurt me so much

But I didn’t understand at the time

The more I gave into it

The more pain I felt

It made me see the real over the fake

The truth over lie after lie

This drug built me and breakes me

And continues a never ending cycle

Of love and hate

 

The first time was the hardest

I took the needle,

 Knowing it will be over soon,

 And had it at an angle on my skin

The light reflected off of it as I put pressure on the other end.

It tingled a little as it plunged down into my soul

The drug slowly replaced my heart cells

With fragile pieces

Until my heart was made of thin ice

One touch and it was gone from plain sight

Every thing she did

Every thing she said

Was created by this drug

It ruled over our lives

Like a master to its slave

Like a king to his kingdom

Like an artist to its canvas

It made us who we are today

Some stopped buying the drug completely

And even made it illegal

Others overdosed

 And is blinded by hallucinations

But my mother

The drug dealer

 Made sure I got a daily dose everyday

 

“Love” was my drug.   

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