My own battlefront, civil war esque emotional

Break down

One side battling for my freedom and the other

For my dependant attachment to the last thing

I should ever want or need

( because the heart ache is like

the first kiss of the needle )

I am not the weak one.

Liar.

( there’s always a liar with the lie. )

Stand your ground prepare for battle.

Breathe deeper, Push more, Snort it ‘till its dry

‘cause boy this boy is worth it

(morning after’s are never worth it.)

And I swear I am not

the weak one

(notatall notatall notatall)

Itch, itch, scratch

And I still can’t get you out from

Underneath my ash worthy dead skin

As you keep sucking the life out of me

So slow that it hurts

My nails are more like daggers

As the redish crimson flows down my hand

I bet even a psychotic.paranoia instilled palm reading

Tarot card playing psychic could tell me my future now

Because you were it.

(please.say.goodbye.before.you.shut.the.door.)