6 shots
I said no more. I swore and I proclaimed. I knew it was a problem. I knew it caused me pain. But I hid it again because I couldn’t bear the uncertainty.
I hid it because I required numb.
I hid it because I’m growing despondent.
I hid it because I don’t want the weight of my nothingness bearing on your strong beautiful sober body.
And I no longer have a beautiful sober body to call my own.













