Am I insane?
I swear I'm not.
That thing is really there.

His ****** smile with sharp blackened teeth;
and the sickening black claws on each of his hands.
The white, thin hair sticking to his face, staining with blood and ink.
The flesh hanging off of his face...

The eyes.
that were dangling out of their sockets.

I am insanity The thing whispered.

But it was strange.
Because his mouth didn't move,
and the voice sounded like it was in my head.

"I am insanity."

I jumped and screamed.
The voice was mine.
I was speaking.
I'm insane.

The thing was just my personal demon
that i would soon find  out
was going to be around me forever
until the day I died.

If I carved the words "I love you"
into every inch of my skin,
would you believe them?
Would you believe me?

If I painted a picture of my heart
with the very blood that it pumps,
would you cherish it?
Would you cherish me?

If I promised that there was no one else,
that there was only you,
would you accept that?
Would you accept me?

Honestly,
I'm just so tired with your **** now
I can't deal with it
I can't cope
I can't live life
I can't breathe without feeling like passing out

My breathes come out rapidly, only allowing little bits of air to enter my lungs, and even less pushing outwards.

It's your fault

That I can't breathe
That I can't cope
That I can't actually live my life
it's all your fault

Yet I still love you
Despite all you've done
to destroy me.

You are the noose around my neck
the gun to my head
the pills down my throat
You are the toxic fluids that fill my veins

You're addictive like drugs
You are my

Cause of death.

People always wonder
why do people do drugs?
Why do people smoke?
Because it's one of the only things
that will be there for someone.
Love disappears
People leave
*Disasters happen
and that cigarette
will always be there
waiting for you to pick it up
and feel the calm that sweeps through your body.