Felicia,
I'm off my meds and I need you.
My mind is somewhere between
rock bottom and a dark place
My mind is my frenemy
that I'm sleeping alone with.
I feel more alone again.
Felicia,
If my minds the weapon
How to I get my heart
to back me up?
Because it feels like
it's set to self-destruction
my own prophecy self-fulfilled
Felicia,
How come I'll never get the time back I killed?
What about the madness
and how it manifests
into impulses?
Like biting my ******* lip.
and how come I imagine everyone naked still?
I feel like biting my tongue off
when it's freudian slipping
But I need that for the times
when these fantasies start projecting
Felicia,
I'm sorry for all those times I swore in your office.
I'm the impatient patient still locked in the waiting room of my mind
Waiting for the ******* world to fall in my lap.
Felicia,
I'm ready to dig myself out of this bed I made in falling for tired cliches when all I needed was a metaphor.