Go ahead and take me,
Knock me down a few notches.
I'm slowly being broken down,
And around everyone watches.
Look at me run back,
Right back into your toxic arms.
Wrapping me in warm caress,
Preparing my heart for new scars.

I just can't stay away.
Your steady breaths,
Musical talent,
Barreling eyes.
What makes me stay?

Though you've changed so slightly,
More swindle, less might, maybe?
Without a secure purpose,
I fly straight towards you.
Wanting to be needed,
Wanting to make you pleased.
Even with my joy from that,
The pain I have won't cease.

You'll never care.
And no one will ever see,
Why even when you ignore,
I fly,
towards you,
with ease.

Me likes to play games,
video and board.
Is okay with small company,
In crowds is sickened more.
More than when she is sitting alone,
pondering on her own thoughts.
In her own toxic zone,
gazing upon scars from battles once fought.

Myself is alone.
And likes it that way.
Stuck in a habit of going astray.
Is surrounded in a bubble of fright,
Keeping it up with all her might.
Without it starts nervous paces.
Lonely things, in lonely places.
Where no one else knows or can find her.

I is vain.
I is perfect...
Until someone else agrees...
Self-absorbed and egotistical,
Sees only what SHE wants to see
Go ahead and challenge her,
She knows you'll come crawling back.
With no mercy at all,
Leaving you among the rats.

Welcome to the life,
Of Me, Myself, and I.
Analyze my words,
See who you have met,
Maybe even grown attached to...
And notice now, what thought of
Me, Myself, and I
Have left in you...

A sickness I can't fight,
A virus that's no bark, just bite.
I'm sad.  
I'm alone.
I'm afraid and feel forgotten.
Is that what I am destined to be without you?
Just a sad girl tripping down the road of her own life?
Being physically ill from depression,
Feeling the new aches travel,
From my soul, to my vessel.
I hurt.
I cry.
I'm afraid and feel forgotten.

What I wish I had said, 
When it would have meant the most.
When we were lying there together.
So raw, so close.

If I would have just let my soul speak true, 
I wouldn't feel so terrible, 
Sleeping alone. 
I wanted to tell you,
The missing words in my mouth.
I fought and I fought,
But they just wouldn't come out.

For richer or for poor,
In sickness and in health.
You are the one.
Never anyone else.

I miss you already,
I want you even more.
These feelings are pressing,
Breaking me down to the core.

I love you. 
Oh, I love you, I do.
The missing I love you,
Way past due.
Passion deep and passion true,
My heart, my soul, 
Will be filled with you.

Amazing,
What we've turned into.
I'm breathless.
It's how you leave me.
In awe, flattered, spoiled, living.
All of this, drawing me closer and closer to you.
Quickening my breath when you're near.
Waiting for you to wrap me in your arms,
That warmth only you can give me.

Having a permanent spot on your bed,
Your chest, where I'll lay my head.
Hot showers together before we see friends.
Walking together, hand in hand.
No one to speak, reprimand.

One day.
One day I won't have to wish. 

For David, For you.
Oh, what I would do.

A chronic sickness,
So sick in the head.
Lost in my hate,
Getting pleasure from dread.
What you have done to me, 
I am so grateful.
Made me cold, disconnected, 
This feeling, so sweet.
Before I was weak, in every eye and heart.
With just a few words I was torn apart.
With what you've done I'm not right in the head,
My feelings are pushed into something else, 
Lust, anger, and numbness instead.
Thank you for making me mad.
So completely insane.
Life seems so much better, 
Without a functioning brain...

This oddity so rare, and unaccustomed to me
My 'family' is one of hate.
Of disrespect and fist fights.
Broken and filled to the brim in grudges. 
When we all have opinions, no one budges.

Such a normality to hear rinsing of knuckles after a fired conversation.
Is this family?
Can growing up with this be childhood?
Maybe this is why I feel much older than I am. 
Feeling much more than my years. 

Raised in a fired household,
A home up in blaze.
No one in this family even seems phased,
....
But I, I am.