To my other half.

Fingertips ripping at the edge of my limbs
Nails ripping skin from skin.
Inventions or torture?
its all a release.
Please just make it all leave.

Sober's an excuse.
It welcomes them back.
Calls to them. Screams to them. Invites them in.
Home. They call this crazy mind of mine home.

Is this what you wanted?
Is this how you'll take me?

So I'll recieve it all
and your nasty repititions
of how i should be. Please make it your mission.
Degrade me. Tear me down and fill me with shame.
but i guess this is just another one of your games.

You say im no good, broken and worthless
but im so chocked up with dark it makes no difference.
I know your opinions and they cut me to core.
I promised myself i wouldnt let you do this anymore.

So stop with your guilt.
Take all your blame.
and never forget your the reason im this way.