Beasty

There once was a girl that everyone thought they knew, she seemed so warm but her heart was ever cold. She tried to reach out, she called out for help; all the pain trapped inside she rather not felt. The knife was a relief as her cuts turned red, she continued to contemplate if she was better off dead. I’m sorry to my friends and family fore I put up a good fight, my addiction has overcome me and more so the knife. So as I say goodbye…I’m sorry I could not overcome this disease, it is as beast that has continued to bring me to my knees. I have no more excuses and plenty of regrets, all the pain I have caused haunts me and I can not forget. I’m sorry to my friends and family that have been down this road before, I’m sorry that interventioning me has become a chore. I hope you find peace in this goodbye letter, we all know that addiction never gets better.