I have been subjected to enough horror in my lifetime to bypass just a little more.
at the end of the day, I have me, and me alone...feeding you my soul day in and out will simply not suffice. there is no way I can justify the effects of your illness. I only hope that you understand, I tried for as long as I could. sadly, insanity would claim grounds here,as well, if I continued to partake in this morbid state of affairs.

in the morning, when your sky has swallowed your sun and the corners of your dark room turn into sharp teeth, while the words etched on your wall spring to life, magnified and swarming...
as you reach for your pharmaceutical death in a bottle...and you crack open the glass Evian water bottles in efforts of creating these marks on your skin, symbolic of the exquisite mental torture you face...

as the walls are laughing now and the poison is swarming through your veins and your child-like features are frozen in the aging of last night...

the tears trickle down, in neglect and abandon...
your mouth is quivering in fear
and you are wringing your hands as if the anger consuming you could only wash over you.. with these simple gestures

please know, that if I felt there was anything I could do without compromising my own health...I would. and I am sorry to walk away...but I must.