The Monster Within…
You have me. I’m twirled around your sick finger. I’m so caught up, fading, dying. I’m losing control of you. I used to feel you every so often but now its everyday. You’re an addiction gone wrong. I’m your puppet on a string. It pleases you. My stomach flipping and knotting. My tears a continual flow and my mind constantly wanting what I can’t have. Give a little, take a little. Truely. How much of me being near selfless added up? How come they get it when they hardly try and I’m thinking about it every wking moment of my life? Because of you I don’t want what I have and thrive on things I think I want. You making something wrong with me. You are my issue. You make me stay up late and give me nightmares whenever I actually do sleep. I dream of my loved ones being happy forever leaving me behind. You make me hate living. You make me want to leave them, not tell them whats wrong with me. As people love me you invade me, filling me, making me a totally new person, in a fuked up way. How can I learn to love someone if I have you attached to my hip? Or me attached to your’s? Its ore like me being handcuffed to you. Where the hell is the key? I want to be gone of you. Who wouldn’t want to me? I’ve accepted you. I know we’re handcuffed together. I know you’re buried under my skin, itching to escape, to take total control. I want to tell her. I want to tell her I feel you. I want to tell her, you embrace me whenever I hear about what she has done.
