My Sinful Salvation

That day, I had sunk into the deepest part of my sufferings. I had hit rock bottom.

It was him who rescued me. He was not the light that shone in my dark abyss. But the darkness that accompanied me to find my light.

Slowly and gradually, he took me out to find joy. To find excitement. To find sorrow. To find tears. And to find all my numb emotions. He became my most important drug. His existence was carved deep into my bones.

Not long after, that darkness which accompanied me to find the beauty of this world slowly drifted away to a bright light. A bright light that lit up everyone next to her. A bright light that spread enthusiasm everywhere she went. A bright light different from my dark soul. A bright light that everyone loved. That he loved.

I was now all alone and loneliness consumed me. He gave me hope only to shatter it. I was once again sinking into my abyss. But this time, it was the abyss of addiction. He was my pain. He was my pleasure. He was my redemption. The greatest salvation that pushed me back into the sufferings. He was my addiction. My greatest addiction.

~To all the drugs and addiction we all have once had.