Some People Bake Pies. We Bake Ourselves.

“Drugs gave me wings and then took away my sky”

“I will stay gentle no matter what I endure, I am so much more.”

“I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished.”

My using isn't fun or glamorous. I am not the pretty girl snorting lines and having a good time. I am the junkie sitting in shady places searching her tracked up arms for a vein to shoot heroin in to. I am not young wild and free. I'm young, addicted and trapped.