simple little sadness sickness.

I'm coughing up horrible notions about myself.
the symptoms wouldn't show so much,
if I could just get the hell out of here.

and they told me, "take your medicine."
I swallowed your lies like syrup out of the bottle.
sticking bitter words from my throat to my lungs.

your hatred has spread to me like a disease.
can you see the soul you stole from my eyes,
wrapped so tightly around my wrist?