I didn't overdosed myself, at least not willingly, there was always someone walking alongside me, a constant presence in my life, like a shadow that refused to fade.
I found myself drawn to that person with an intensity that was both desperate and intentional. At some point, I realized I was suffocating, trapped in a web of my own making, and that the only way out was to stop and walk away.
But I couldn't. I was already ensnared, under the spell of that person's influence.
With no choice but to comply, I felt like a marionette, strings pulled by someone else, forcing me into submission.
A deep desire flickered within me, wishing this reality were not true, but it was. It was really happening.
I was lost, yet not alone.
She was with me. With no escape in sight, she dragged me deeper into the darkness, and I didn't rebel because, deep down, I knew I was meant to face it.
Though the depths were daunting, what truly frightened me was Her.
The moment I met her, I discovered she held a power over me that was indescribable.
She had a cord in her hand, one she skillfully controlled.
I felt the tightness around my neck as she tugged at it, a constant reminder of her grasp.
It was she who overdosed me with endless remorse, wounds, and pain.
She showered me with an unrelenting torrent of affliction, and I became affected, intoxicated, and stupefied by the habitual weight of it all.
At times, I longed to grow tired and drift off into a OverDose sleep.
But…
She wouldn't let me.
- Enrique Velasquez