𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄$𝐈𝐂𝐊.

𝙋𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙎.

Throw open the cabinet.
Struggle to seize air.
Grasp the white prescriptions.
Think and glance here and there.
Is it worth it?
Am I done?
Am I aware
that it had only just begun?
The screaming, the lying.
You have had your way.
Oh baby, I hate you,
and my heart is now decayed.
Why do you play me?
I am no piano.
Why do you test me?
I am no calculator.
I don't have your answers.
I am not your answer key.
I don't want your comfort
if it will only ruin me.