Everybody has a drug
Mine?
Mine is you.

Mine is your touch,
No matter how rough.
Mine is your voice,
Whispering,
Growling,
In my ear,
So only I can hear,
That I'm yours,
From head to toe.

Mine is our love,
Your lips on mine,
Hot and heavy,
Your hands over my heart,
Making all sense fall apart

But now
I don't see you
Not that we don't want to.
I'm detoxing
From the best drug

And it is Painful
Shameful
How much I want you
How my chest burns
How my stomach turns

I can't eat
You've got me beat

I can't Sleep,
**** counting Sheep.

All I want is you,
My drug,
My love.

They ask me,
Why don't you ever smile?

I try to see,
Thinking, its been a while

I took a blade
And I obeyed.

I carved a smile on my face
And I took my place

Under the bed
The stairs
In the basement
In a closet
Forever hidden away
So ugly.

Until, one day, a little girl,
Asked me,
What makes you so happy,
Why do you always smile?

I looked at her,
As I searched for
Words to say.

I smile everyday now.

Masters are cruel
Mine is kind
Masters use us as tools
I'm useful, he'll find

Masters are violent
Mine is just playing a game
Masters are tyrants
Mine is Self tame.

Masters are greedy,
Mine rewards
Masters are ugly
Mine is something to look towards

Masters have slaves
Mine has a servant who loves these days.

I feel the urge
It's something I must purge
To feel it sink
Blood stain like ink

I want to take my blade
And let common sense fade
Abandon rationality
Embrace my secret personality

The one that wants inside your home
To feel your heart
Beat
To watch as each beat it uses to try
Only means the faster you die

To watch your life leave your eyes
To hear your pained, fearful cries
Oh the bliss
It's not something you'd want to miss.

When knowing your beauty
Becomes vanity.

When knowing you're strong
Mean that you are egotistical

When loving yourself
Becomes self obsession

I am a warrior with battle scars.
And I'll keep fighting until I

Die.

I slumber,
I sleep
rousing at the slightest peep
I am silent
Quiet
I can't, no matter how I try it.

I wont reach rem,
I'm not like them
I wont let it happen

I'm just below the surface
Can't you hear
Can't you hear me
Scream

Think twice
About your lies
About your words,
The sharpened stick
Our suffering, your fix
The bludgeoning stones
That break the bones
The structure of our hope
Our only way to cope

To think that broken bones
Hurt as much as the verbal stones
The teasing and picking
Pushed around the circle
A game of cruel hot potato
Until they got sick and let you go

Elementary thugs
Became middle school suicide assistants

Determined in their mission to blow out our souls
To reach their sick goals