The sacrifice.
The pain.
Endless tears shed for nothing.
Caught between the blankets
In a panic room.

Suicidal, then asleep,
then manic-narssicistic.
Demanding, domineering,
Taking what you want
And chucking it away.

Force is not a virtue,
Nor is it a characteristic.
It's a curse, boy.
One I ought to break.