The thoughts you instill in my brain make me feel so deeply depresssd they make me wish I was never born.
My own thoughts are tearing my head apart. It’s torture. I don’t know what to do with myself.
I have no idea why I keep running back to you when I know you do me more damage than good.
Cocaine you devil I don’t know why but I keep running back to you. I only ever do a couple of lines but it is enough to cause me mental damage.
I must stay away from you.