Split

Everything.

Everyone, has a purpose.

Drugs seem to violently revoke that purpose 

and crumple it up,

Destroy it,

Leave you there like you're nothing.

Like i said, life has a flow, a powerful essence.

When i looked in my moms eyes i saw her unimaginable hurt,

a cold, ambient ''Help me!''

I couldn't process it for long,

It hurt me.

My mom covered herself up with lies like sugar

Sweet and thick

I was only 12.

how could i know it?