Who am I? I am an angry girl. You led me to believe you held a cure for every kind of pain that I harbored. You gently embraced me, as I let you lick my hollow veins. Right now I don't truly know what led me to your door. But I'd come knocking everyday. Everyday of my life. You knew I was weak, and when I tried to run from you, you followed. Taunting me with sickness and fear. But I did something I swore I'd never do, and it tore me from the inside out. I can't take it back. Or else I would. You twisted me into your image. A nutcase, a liar, a thief. You claimed me as your own, letting me know real fast I had no options left. You were killing me, everyone could see. You weren't only hurting me. You're the black veiled monster, hand-in-hand with death. It was you that I wish I'd never met. Now you've moved on. I pried your grip from my wrists. But still, your hand prints are imprinted on my body. You've come and gone. But it's me who'll never be the same. Burn in hell... my heroin.