Ten, Twenty, "I don't want to feel.", Forty, no just take it all.
She didn't care if things seemed shady, she would gladly fall.
She was willing to try anything to make it stop, to hit pause.
Her darkness, tears, her shattered existence, she was the cause.
She handed him her money in exchange for his temporary peace.
He knew she would be back again soon for another release.
No drug in the world would ever make it fully go away.
In the end what was left of her real self she would have to pay.

The coin purse rattled in her nightmares while reality chased her.
She no longer fought it, the thought of happiness and freedom, a blur.
She fell and kept...