You...

Lust, and pornagraphy took what I wanted. But then it took what I needed.

You...

Were the one...

Who got me high.

It seemed so perfect,

When I'd log on, sit there with a can of Mountain Dew and some pop-tarts and just watch you for an hour;

I'd lust my eyes to the sight of pornography you provided,

I loved it so much.

Watching...sometimes as much as hours at a time, the joy-to-the-eye images.

And it was so nice.

And then I got bored in school.

I figured I would put some pictures on my Ipod to kill time in study hall,

And then I was caught with porn on my phone.

I was disappointed

But later that night, I was right back on porn sites.

Found a few new good ones to, was having some fun with that.

You uploaded some 100 photos at a time,

And it seemed so perfect.

I scrolled through, and through, and through,

Mom had walked in,

I exited the tab real quick and she didn't know,

She said she could take to church, and I was happy.

I just had to finish up.

But I never did, and for that missed church, the one thing I love eternally.

I was angry

A little more than a month later,

I sat in my room,

and realized I had nothing to show for.

I called Brett up, asked if he wanted to hang.

He had on of those "I remember you, long time no see" Tones.

I went to church;

Everyone said they were glad to have me back,

I didn't know I was gone.

I realized I had died, and that one little high was life these days.

I was furious.

And of all,

I wasn't me.

I was this mindless, consumed, zombie.

You...

F*****g killed me!

B*****d!
I used to live! I used to love! You took so many hours from me, so much life!

I promise, I will do everything in my waking will, use every bone in my body, for every second to live;

To end you.

Maybe one day I could have saved someone my misery you brought...

Just a hope.