Depression is always SEX

This seems new but very old.. 

I haven't cried for the loss of my development but I have fucked a man. 

Everything got lost,

my energy,

my leadership,

my sorrow,

every little fucking thing got lost. 

How dare I treat the bones in my body with such abuse?

(I lie with this story.....)

It was the text and feelings of need that drove me to my LOW. 

I hit the floor!

Morning hasn't came but he did. Inside my body lies his poison of truth. The truth of my blue days and the story of a person that still finds punishment in offering his body to sex and never Love.