The wripples on my skin,
The goose bumps on my arms,
The rage in my soul.
This is how you make me feel.

My excitement to see you,
is over whelming.
I'm really not trying to attract attenion.
But it's hard to stay away.

I stray from my sanctuary,
to enter your hellish home.
But I can't leave you alone.
I want to be with you,
even tho all advisors, watchers, and believers.
Point me away.

When ever I'm with you, it's black or white.
Rage or rapture.
Love or hate.
You make me feel that way.
I can't help it, you have control over me.
I think of getting rid of you and then...
my mind slips, and I'm back in that black or white spiral to hell.
Why is this happening?

The fire of hatred smolders in my soul,
wanting to strangle you and make you feel how I do.
Make you feel this pain,
of watching you smile while I cry on the side.
Do you really care?
Do those three words you utter, are they for me or you?
I'm at a lose,
I don't know what to do.
I think it would be better if I just dissapeared.