You were my cocaine, whenever I needed a fix, I would come to you. 

You stole my heart; I gave it away without any hesitation.

Indeed, after the excitement and the butterflies that you reaped, why wouldn’t I listen to you, please you and exhaust myself out for you to keep my fix going? 

I was empty inside and you were my only escape from reality so I fell for you.

I endured the pain and isolation that you brought, so that I could keep my fix and fantasy going.

Now I feel strung out and surreal - I’m losing myself, my friends and my family but I don’t care as long as I have you. 

Racing thoughts, uncertainty and insecurity wholly consume me. 

I can feel my heart breaking now. I am unable to breathe because my chest hurts so badly. 

I’ve developed a lump in my throat which feels like an invisible hand tightly clasped around my neck. I am finally losing my own voice. 

Alienated from all of my loved ones; I don’t know who I am anymore.

The blood in my face has drained out as my soul begins to fall asleep.

I used to be afraid of losing you, now I just feel numb.