Mind; If you are me and I am you Shouldn’t we work together, us two? In a prison cell devoid of autonomy Is how you make me feel, can’t you see?
You made me crazy, you made me numb I couldn’t speak, you made me dumb You nearly killed me, hurt me through and through And you made me damage my family too
Can we ever learn to be friends? Before we come to our end? Consequences must be considered Lest we die and wither.
There is no-one in the world I would like to be near right now, except for you I’m not sure how you feel about this, a meeting of just us two I want to say more, but I’ll keep this clean It’s all about the dopamine
I’d like a hit in many senses of the word Would you do this for me, would my request be heard? I know what you could bring to the table The thought of it makes me unstable
Back to the beginning, back to the primitive No thoughts, just sensations to play with And dopamine, one hit, then another I’d definitely need some time to recover
Then back to the real world My head in a swirl Reality must always be found again But we could play for a moment at least, my dopamine friend
Beauty from within Enhanced by that which is little bigger than a pin My pupils dilated when I saw you So I could take every inch of your soul in
What a beautiful vessel for such beautiful essence You were ethereal, so much so that I could not make sense Of it – why should someone so luminous and kind feel so hollow? The question swallowed me whole, it was intense
Sitting there one night I decided to eat everything in sight I hated myself long before this So I decided to fill myself literally with shit
It felt good to fuck myself up And so it became a habit that stuck A slow painful death was what I deserved According to the self-talk that I constantly heard
I wondered if I might bring on a heart attack And that this would be a blessing in fact No desire to live, hope draining as if in a sieve I had nothing left to give
So consume I did, to excess, over and over I became adept at being a self-loather Hurting myself was better than being hurt by another As that hurt was too painful from which to recover