You know you're fucked up
when you are doing something that you know is bad for you.
Heroin.
Meth.
Pills.
Lots and Lots of alcohol.
It's called my newly opened life.
What started out as a girl,
something new and exciting
Became something that was scary, angry,
and now; it was something that I needed.
I hate it.
I love it.
I want it, and only it.
I want to run away,
I want to stay forever.
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I want it all,
even though I don't.
You might say I'm a complete fuck-up,
And you know what-- I am. But I'm also human,
A human with a past.
A human who is broken all inside.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...