All i can think about is all the pills in the medicine cupboard. Waiting to be swallowed and taking my life, painfully away.  Just like how i should be suffering.  Such dark thoughts, yet so comforting. 


I wonder if you see, that you've been stripping me away piece by piece, part by part and I am no longer whole.  You tear me up and put me back with tape. Like that would fix me right up.  Do you not see that I have become your canvass of suffering ?