My Drug

about a boy that i used to know

It began to hit me that you were my high. When you were around I felt complete. When you were gone, I needed you. I craved you. I went insane without you. Replaying images in my mind of the first time you touched me was the only thing keeping me breathing. Slowly I faced the fact that you were never going to be mine again, and I had finally reached my ultimate fear of losing you. Skin cold and heart empty, I closed my eyes and hoped to die. What was the point in living if death was inevitable? I couldn't go on without your presence anyway...