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Please doctor, lobotomize me, medicate me. I need a fix, because I’m getting the itch and she wont give me what I need. You’re my curse, and my cross to bear, but I can’t stand it when you won’t look at me without animosity. You contradict what you say, you take it back when it means too much to me, you ruin me and then throw me away again and again. I should have never given you the choice, I should never have let you go and kept you as my own. You convoluted my reality and turned my eyes to you, now I am to blame for only seeing you. If I could hate you believe me baby, I would. If I could have lived without you I would have.