3 days without a remedy.
Nothing to remind me,
Of who I am,
And not who I was.
3 days and I'm tweaking,
Because you aren't here.
I keep losing my temper,
And biting my tongue.
I can hardly control myself.
I have no medication,
For the inevitable insanity,
That is creeping up faster than ever.
Being this way makes me wonder,
How I ever got you in the first place.
I am not a pleasant being.
I'm ****** and unstable.
I'm not me.
I'm the other me.
The left me,
Because you bring out the right in me
My hands are trembling,
Just sitting here.
I'm going to combust.
And when I do...
I'm taking everybody with me.