Drugs have always been apart of my life. Well being the daughter of one of Atlanta's most elite drug lord Made it almost impossible for it not to be.
I was 14 the first time I tried Cocaine. I can still remember the way it made me feel or rather the way it took away what I once felt. I couldn't feel the lingering bruises on my hips and stomach that have yet to heal. I couldn't feel the hands of everyone who has ever touched me in a harsh way burning into my skin.
All the memories That I so desperately try to Suppress just...Faded away.
I also remember how my high didnt last, but the need for more the need to feel Free again didnt leave. It never did.
So I did it again, I forgot again. I did it another time and I Felt free again and eventually I just never stopped. I couldn't. I didn't want to.