Please,
Help me.
Its in me now.
And its fatal.
You know that right?
That you're the reason I'm slowly dying.
And you keep giving me more
As I slowly become more and more dependent on it.
Like a junkie with a fix;
At first joyful, then guitly.
I tried to stop it.
To get it out like sucking the poison from a snake bite.
Why would you do this to me?
I thought you loved me.
But I guess that's the problem.
