My Drug

My drug.  My secret.  My romance, my love.
I can’t help but be addicted to you.  You are a drug to me; I cannot live without you.   In my bathroom.  I strike the razor across my skin, a relief, and I sigh out all my pain and anger.  The pungent pain causes a relief of endorphins.  I am truculent to myself, but I do not care.  You are better than heroin, or codeine, or any illicit substance.  You are a powerful, causing repose and tranquility, but at the same time causing panic and nausea.  But I do not care, my secret.  I become callous when I associate with you;  and I am numb.
My drug, to whom I will have an everlasting addiction.

Reviews

[Magdelena]

I wonder on why no one reviewed this? It was so powerful and so real life that i was in awe of its relaity..
Cutting, horrid word that, yet many do it. My girlfriend's daughter in fact.. teenagers all around find relief as you described in your piece, on doing it. Like a drug, as strong as any out there, even more addicting, it rules the brain and thoughts, and body. My what a tale you have spun, with imagery so fantastic, I felt like I was feeling that blade for a moment or two..
Bravo on this...

Mag xx