• It gets easier with time.
    I promise.
    Limits feel less important.
    Food is there, but you never need it.
    New faces come along,
    Looking like every face you've seen before
    Except for hers.
    Music helps.
    Writing frees you momentarily.
    Freedom can be found
    In baggies of dope or tall glasses
    Of the strongest booze affordable.
    But nothing ever... really changes.
    The pain just dulls to a throb
    In the back of your mind and heart.
    It gets easier with time..
    I promise.