M.S.P.A.

My, sweet, pre-cious, agony why can't you leave? Me, be? And, take, with all of the memories? So, I, can, be, somewhat normal to everyone? Oh, a-gon-y, I do not want your bitter love Please, God, I, don't understand what your plan is You, put, me, here and you make it feel so fucking endless I will put an end to this, Sickness that I live in Inside it's so fucking warm and toasty I have depression to hold me I love the little lies it whispers I love to hear that I'm a sinner Feeling empty is my favorite Watching idly as my life is wasting Wa-sting, a-way, fighting these demons inside Of, me, I, hope that I walk back into the light