Normal family. Normal friends. Normal school. Normal life. This is how it is for me, well, at least how people think it is for me. "You're so beautiful." My friends would tell me "You're life has to be so interesting." My grandmother would state. I would only smile and nod, mentally chuckling. They never notice the purple bags under my eyes or the bruises on my arm. Every night my door would be locked and the needles would come out. Xanax, codeine, and oxycodone are my best friends, I couldn't imagine life without them. White power stained almost all the handheld mirrors I own, needles and belts were always stored under my bed with the plastic baggies. Its not like it would matter to anyone, my parents are always to busy arguing to notice. My friends would care if I told them, but that's never gonna happen. I wonder how long I'll live for, I wonder if I'll ever be kissed or have a boyfriend. I wonder if I'll ever be married. Ha, I've gone completely out of my mind, haven't I? I guess the drugs are starting to kick in..
