Love? And other drugs

Not many people know that I struggled with drugs;
And those who do wonder why I never celebrate the length of time I’ve been clean like everyone else does.
Honestly?
I’d rather celebrate the one year mark that you left;
Because you were more toxic than any drug ever could’ve been to
me and instead of holding onto you I chose to let go-
Knowing that if I didn’t I’d end up killing myself.
You’d hurt me so much that I couldn’t feel anything at all;
I’d numbed myself to most emotions and you made me cut out anyone in my
life who could have made me see that what you were doing was wrong.
I knew I had to leave you as soon as you started doing to the same crap to me;
And I was feeling worse with you in my life than I had been without you.
So I counted down the days until you were arrested;
lied through my teeth to you about anything you asked of me until you made me do it,
And prayed to god that one day karma will kick your f*ing butt.
So I don’t need to celebrate being clean from drugs;
I just need to celebrate being clean from you.