First I couldn’t help one
I watched her spiral to insanity
She was unaware
I was following too

Now I’m hurting one
In a way I never wanted
I’ve done made her feel
Like I’m gone away
Skipping away into the sunset
While she is forgotten

Why do I do this?
To the people I love
If I’m not fighting with them
Accusing them
Or hurting them
I’m loving them
And they are hurting me

Maybe that pain is good for me
Maybe somewhere deep
I love the feeling of razorblades to my heart
Maybe I can’t survive
Unless I’m the masochist
Or the Sadist

Maybe I’m just that sick
Maybe in the recess of my mind
I’m suppose to be straight-jacket bound
Maybe that would be better
I’d be able to contain
In my Sickness’

Please tell me its not true
Please tell me I can fix it
Please tell me she will stay
I don’t think I could handle it a second time
Watching another spiral down a hole of self-loathing.
Please tell me it isn’t too late
Please
Please...