Caressed. Played with. Manipulated. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was all a lie as long as you didn’t know it was because you were an addict.
I learned to hide my pain in her, because all the negativity, all the horrible emotions I felt. I knew people couldn’t be trusted. I knew people did not want to see me, or my pain. So I used her. I buried it all in her. I locked it in. Which is why when she comes out to play, she does not care who she hurts, she only wants to win.
Never fully evolving. We make the same mistakes. Over and over again. Because it’s all about... The thrills. The chills. The chase.The kill. We’ve killed it, now. Now leave me.