afternoon
I'm weak from my minds latest ******
2 months and counting
I want to tell him to shut the **** up
but I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean it
I want to sleep but he wants to party in my anxiety
dance on my ceiling, swing from my eyeballs
but the party's over so you'd better clean up

dusk
im crazy, I don't want you, I need you
I can't stand on my own
he's still banging banging banging against my skull
trying to break out or barricade himself in
every one of my steps is another hit I'm taking
another punch he got in before mine
but I see you now, I've called the police and they're closing down this party
hands up, I'm coming for you

dark
the sweet air adds to my intoxication, smothers me further into your arms
I gulp more air than there is, try one last time to exstingush the fire
it only feeds it
what seems to be the problem
him, he won't shut up he tortures me I hate him save me please
well I'm having a little trouble sleeping doctor
I see I see anything worrying you
everything anything he never stops talking to himself, give me silence, **** what tortures me
no no not really

night
it's the same except he knows
knows I tried to **** him, I made it clear we are at war
I say we
I'm at war with myself
but like in any war no one really wins
I'm not winning.