Chills running up and down my spine, all over the tips of my skin. Descending from my shoulders down to my wrists. Crying on the bathroom floor praying its just a game. No not a game, but a lie. I love it. It keeps me alive, on my toes wanting more and more. Words roaming in my mind, the ones that used to mean something. You dont get another chance, you dont deserve it. You wont get another me, you didnt even deserve that. Schizophrenia is roaming in my head, im going crazy. I need something to stop it. Drugs, no. I have one. Or shall i say had one, its like i went to rehab because i dont need you anymore. So here, i put on my show as you did. So now, im taking a bow. Its over. Im done. Im gone.
