REMEMBER

Belongings laid across the floor
"What did I do the night before?"
Remembering promises "there will be plenty"
The voice in my head "this might be deadly"
Tears stain my face, it's not a good look, 
I don't remember just how much I took.
I can't tell my parent's, I can't tell a soul,
I don't love myself. I don't feel whole. 
"Let's do some more" but I'm slowly fading, 
I have to get out, there is no more waiting.
I need to get home, I'm seriously sick,
He sees me leave, "you thought you were quick"
"See you soon girl, it's not what it seems", 
I thought he was gone but he still haunts my dreams. 
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[WRITERS NOTE: this poem was written in a bout of PTSD, I was in a relationship where I was led to drugs, and my life spiraled down for almost half a year. I write from my heart, and I hope you can feel that.]