Dead

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.