(via alittledirtytalk)
Makeup that I did on my friend. Used only eye shadow and liquid liner. Got actual brushes and what not now.
You say relapse, I say-
You can only be trapped in the darkness for so long, until you’re bound to find an escape. Ironically, there is no greater ecstasy than that of being able to control your despair.This escape makes you feel the most tangible you have ever felt. The cold, silver metal,uncharacteristically brings the flames to kiss my wrists.To ignite a spark amongst my state of abeyance, and sets my world on fire. If only for a moment I can be in a haze where nothing is bad and nothing is good.A perfect equilibrium,Then it is worth more than the physical scars.The forever memories.You don’t need drugs to be an addict.You don’t need to do it often to be an addict. To be an addict, you need to have something different entirely.It’s something sick in your brain.
Mine is a little voice.growing more deafening and imperious the longer I take to fufill its needs.The voice sends a chill inside of me,makes my heart feel like a thousand pounds.You can only be in the darkness for so long…before there is no other option but relapse, or bereavement.This comfort comes not without pain.Even still- are we the crazy ones? Just for dealing with our pain?When was that ever not normal?You call it a relapse,I call it: the only thing that saves me.
