I will make you love me.
I will make you so enthralled
you become slave to infatuation.

I'm addicting.
What I do is addicting.

You won't be able to control yourself.


You're going to want more.


More.
More.
More.

I will ruin you.



I will show you what you can't un-see.

I thought about you last night.
I was doing really well.
It was almost like a relapse.



****. Why did I get so gone?




Incredible depression slowly took me over.
And I let you back inside my head.





I'm so hollow.





I should of just stayed gone.

Maybe this is reality.
Maybe I'm awake.

Shhh... be quiet,

Everyone else is still sleeping.


It's not an escape from;
I'm escaping to


...see what's really possible.


And, you can't stop once you've seen it.

You can't go back.



You're finally awake.

I remember like
and I remember love.

But, I can't remember when I became so full of hate.



Memories clouded by substances and manipulation.



Do I want this?
Brainwashed.


Wait, is it hate?
Maybe it's fear.




I think I'm afraid of you.