The blame begins with me. The devil reveals inside me. I try to escape, but there's no path to go. I stay in fear in the remarks that I may not be as safe. I speak to strangers and sleep with them to get what I want. I'm not happy . I'm miserable. I fuck to feel like I get closure when really I get sadder and sadder. I'm restless to the point they take advantage, but I let them because I'm addicted. I can go for hours with no hesitation. I'm ready. I need it. I want to feel it and I'm scared that I'm going way over my head. The sex makes me happy. I want it all the time. I can never be satisfied and I ask myself why a thousand times. I need it.
