A remedy it was,
erased my suffering alas.
Poison it became,
burnt me with an undying flame.

A drug it was,
as it cured the pain across.
A disease it became,
as misery was it's last name.

Crazy I was,
as it was my breath's  first cause.
Stupid I became,
gave me nothing but a face I hung with shame.

Refuge ,you were,
the only one I held on so dear.
Prison you became,
trapped in a world I cannot name.

Life it was,
gave me all that I ever asked.
Death it became,
guess I don't have anybody but myself to blame.

Falling in it,
was easy,though it was deep.
Hardest with which I was ever hit,
without warning, swept me off my feet.

Saying it loud,
was tough,to ever speak.
Heartbeats silenced the words of mouth,
thought the quiet would bespeak.

Waiting for it,
was where I was but, very weak.
But the world around me didn't permit,
changing who I was,so I let the poison seep.

Believing ,as it is,
was real, and it felt good.
Of all the million things, it was what it is,
acting crazy and glad, probabaly I would.

Figuring it out,
was dark, that's why I could'nt see.
I was just your entertainment, without a doubt,
walked the road where without me you can't be.

Crying it away,
was bleak, and I didn't do it.
As I wanted it to very much stay,
a whim,that you stil loved me, though you didn't admit.