Please,
Help me.

Its in me now.
And its fatal.

You know that right?
That you're the reason I'm slowly dying.
And you keep giving me more
As I slowly become more and more dependent on it.

Like a ****** with a fix;
At first joyful, then guitly.

I tried to stop it.

To get it out like ******* the poison from a snake bite.

Why would you do this to me?
I thought you loved me.

But I guess that's the problem.