Have I ever spoken about You?
I’m not quite sure where You came from,
but You’ve been with me for a year now.
I think I was happy before,
before You introduced Yourself into my life.
You forced me to see the world differently,
became the causation of my distance from humanity.
I don’t want You.
At first I thought it would be ok,
that I was strong, that we could live together,
but I did not invite You.
You are an unwelcomed guest into my life.
And every time I think I’m putting up a good fight, You comes back stronger,
beat me close to death,
leave me begging for salvation.
I don’t want to live with You anymore.
I would say I feel numb, but that would involve feelings,
A concept that is all but a fantasy to me now.
Why did You do this to me?
You have been a parasite to my emotion.
A leech that has consumed my perception of happiness.
I guess it’s my fault really.
I let You into my life,
I was not strong enough to ask You to leave.
Are You pleased with Yourself?
You have taken everything,
extracted every last ounce of my being.
I am nothing.
You have made me nothing.
The bullet is my life and I am the empty casing,
discarded and left behind by society.
And You are the one that pulled the trigger.
I’m struggling to sleep again.
There was a brief period I thought I was free.
That I had won, escaped from the dungeon You had imprisoned me in.
But You are an infection,
and this infection has come back stronger.
I can’t fight this anymore,
I can’t fight You.