Crap, I hate this
I can feel my ribs opening
—Turning into spider legs
My throat is burning
From screaming your name

Like a cigarette
You chose me, pick me out
You set me on fire
As you held me on your lips
Then you inhale me deep
But in the end you put my flame
When you point the blame
And you easily walk away
Like how you throw my ash
To the ashtray

This pain is so unbearable,
I'm writing on my skin.
My whole arm feels numb,
I didn't think it'd get this bad again.
I'm painting with my wrist,
In only the color red.
Because each deep little thought,
Can only come out unsaid.

My mind is so twisted,
I'm mixing lies with facts.
I'm not sure who to trust.
My heart or my head.
They're spinning me around,
As if it's life or death.
Each direction will cause pain,
But somehow,
One will still bring something to gain.