sleeping pills like my life depended on them, I chased the numbness – the world between reality and unconsciousness.
Until I started to obsess over it.
We were all addicted to something that took pain away.
But me?
Well, I needed it.
Pain buried its fangs into my flesh, tearing into me, sinking its poison into my veins and I craved it more than I wanted solace or needed salvation.
Pain was a dwelling of madness, but it was exactly what kept me sane.