You take me over. You make me something I’m not.
And if you were doing this to anyone other than myself, I’d fight you so hard.
But I don’t.
I let you walk all over me.
I am completely aware of you.
I know how you hurt me; I understand the consequences.
I realize how selfish I’m being.
I hate you, but you make me hate myself just that much more.
I can’t stop; I’m addicted to you.
I promise I’ll learn to live without you someday.
If you haven’t killed me by then.