It was an accident. I promised myself it would never happen.
But slowly, every day, I became more and more addicted
I didn't even realize it happened until it was too late
It wasn't the kind of thing other people noticed. Nobody was going to grab me and wake me up from my trance
I looked perfectly fine on the outside. Happy even.
But that's the catch. I was happy. Happier than I had ever been in my life.
I should have gotten help, should have noticed the signs. Because once you left, the withdrawal set in. It was too late. I could't take it back.
When I'm gone, people will ask what happened. And maybe they'll say it was a broken heart.
But I know the truth. The truth about how my addiction simply got the best of me.
Love, the world's most dangerous addiction.