“ I was on fire
and you used me
to light your cigarette

I am more than
the light pink scars
drawn in cocaine-straight lines,
spelling my pain in blood.

I am more than
an empty stomach
and rawed fingers
making their way down my throat
insisting this is
what I want.
It never was.

I am more than a
toxic-coated pain pilled
popper who needs
poison to face herself in the mirror.

I don’t quite know what I am,
but I know
I am more than the sum
of my failures.

“ Read as much as you can. Nothing will help you as much as reading.