She kisses me 
And treats me 
like I’m a cheap 
One night whore 
She rips my skin 
Till it bleeds 
She used the sores on my back 
To satisfy her needs 
When I think about her
I’m catatonic 
I’m neurotic
Don’t play dead 
Dead to me 
I keep lying to myself
try to satiate my need
She treats me mean 
Is it to keep me keen?
Or does she even 
Think about me?
Please wake up 
and save me
I’m dead 
Dead as dead can be  
If you don’t
Eventually
I will walk away
And I’ll say 
Maybe its better off this way










And you will be dead
Dead to me.