I ONLY LOVE ME WHEN I AM WARM. ABUSED. DOPE FUCKED; HONEST TO GODS TRUTH.

BECAUSE THEN I AM ME TO LOVE WHO IS NUMB. IF I LOVED ME IN PAIN.. MY PAIN

WOULD STRIKE BACK AND INTENSIFY THE DAMAGE THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE.. AND

INCREASE THE CONFUSION AS TO WHY I EVEN LOVE ME AT ALL.

Stacy Collinsworth

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conceited-depression/