Please save me. I mean it this time.
I feel like I'm wasting away. I need you to get me out of this. I want a life with you but this disorder is keeping me from living the way that I want to. I feel extreme highs and lows in rapid increments. I feel like I'm slipping away from all that I've achieved with you. And I'm ashamed that you have to see me this way. I'm afraid that you think I'm crazy. But at the same time, I can't stop my mind and body from going insane. I'm physically exhausted from trying to supress the intense emotions that my thoughts create. I don't want any more prescriptions.
'Cause I wasn't this bad before I started taking them. I think they really fucked me up. I just want to be normal. I'm tired of having to struggle through each day. I'm tired of being dope sick.
I'm sorry that I put you through this. I feel like I fucked up your life. I can't figure out why you're with me when I'm nothing but problems. But if you really love me, then you'll stand by me through this. I've never asked anyone to help me get through this disease. Which means that I'm in bad shape now. If you don't want to deal with this then please let me go.
Ignorance only fuels my destruction.
Copyright 2005 Empathy
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