#laced #abuser #ex #suicide #regret

I started off young, i met her when i was just 14 and naive, she gave me her laced up weed and at the time a stoner is all i wanted to be. I wanted to be her, i looked into her baby blu eyes and saw the sky. I hated the atlantic, but her crystals where a different shade, they didnt haunt me, i didnt see the megalodon lerking under the surface. She told me pretty lies, pretty little secrets. “Im your only friend” she would say, “smoke your blunts, it will all be over soon.” I was rotting, picking at my arms, why […]