Addict
She was the embodiment of beauty
The manifestation of goodness
Everything she did was
Lovely
Graceful
Flawless
People would call he an angel
But no one saw the devil buried inside
Setting up camp in her heart
Breaking it and turning it dark
No one knew the darkness that followed her
The black cloud
Harboring a storm
Waiting to unleash a hurricane
Whip up the waves again
To pull her under
No matter how hard she tries to stay above the water
There is no flotation device to keep you
Above the flood of addiction
You see that she's drowning
But how can you save someone
From the tide
When you don't know how to swim
When you have no idea there to find a life preserver
You feel helpless
As you watch her be consumed
Her own body swallowing her whole
There are no amount of self-help groups
To stop the relapse
The monster has captured her
She sold her soul
The day she sold her body
She does this to keep her supply
As they always demand
People try to help
But they don't understand
How will she tell people she's lost
When she has no sense of direction anyway
Also they wouldn't believe her
She looks at herself
And starts to cry
Her reflection looking back is broken
Like the mirror she is staring into
Soon she doesn't recognize the person no, creature
In the glass
She stows away in her room and goes into hiding
As she adds just one last skeleton to her closet
Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015
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