I see your problems,
I see your pain.
My awareness
doesn\'t make me feel less
isn\'t it a shame?
I really want you to feel good
but I can\'t say it now.
You keep fucking with me,
because I allow.
But really know I should
not let it happen just to please,
your goddamn insecurities.
\"She is overreacting\",
I hear you saying
this under a pretentious face of empathy.
As I lay in sections of uncontroled emotions
in my own brain chemistry.
Opening up and spitting you out.
A poisonous mixture
is getting me high,
removing the doubt
just for a while.
Making me drown in my blood.
Broken bridges material in the flood.
Broken bitch is covered by your mud.
Don\'t want to be a burden,
want to be clean,
for anyone
so I leave.