Papa Nyan

SONNET I Like a sick little child, I'm needy  Look into my teary eyes they're beady  cant see clearly my vision is hazy  I should have fought harder but I'm just too lazy blew down my house of cards when I was playing spa don't need therapy I need a therapist; I need a life coach not a car  Listen to me, come to me, just hold me don't leave me  I need an ear please not an earpiece can you hear please cuz I'm scared please I was right when I left but now there's nothing left you've taken everything under the sun, daylight theft  I thought the cure to my poison was you  I thought you would make everything fine.  But now its clear what I have to do, let go of your mess and focus on mine

My cure, my poison I want it The lies, the tears, the pain, the tears I crave it Your sound, your touch, your scream, your scratch Making appointments to receive your injection Seeking your love but fearing rejection A desperate search for affection In all the wrong places believing deception Your words like fingers trace my skin But pull me deep into unholy sin Prison doors open but I won't flee Chains are broken but I'm not free Sick of the lies, sick of the tears, sick of the pain, sick of the fears. You're my remedy, you're my symptom My cure, my poison. Sometimes the one thing we feel like we cant live without is the thing that actually kills us. the strangest part is that even though we know it kills us we just cant help ourselves. this piece is just an artistic way of saying I live for what kills me. I don't know if you can relate but sometimes you find yourself in a relationship that is just so messed up that you cant even have a single ...