8spiders

Picking long hair from my clothes and spending nights wrapped inside a whole different world.

I need to look back from the edge. I can't lose myself again... if it had just been a little different. So slightly different. I have a feeling things will be different, this time. I feel so different.

Friends... afraid of me, as if I've suddenly gone ballistic and I'm firing blindly, their eyes get jumpy and they wonder if they're next. They don't understand. It's a purge... Tearing it out from the roots, wrenching the parasitic filth from my body in attempt to save it. I want to be healthy. I want to live.

Lie to me and pretend everything is fine. No
Use me and then, when I need you, leave me in the dirt. No
Break every little promise ever made to me. No.
Tell me you love me but treat me as if you hate me. No

No. No.

I'm not your fucking disease.