• Funneled into a classroom setting
    Fusing myself to the guilt I've been getting
    In gushes of white and the crimson shame
    Currently stapling itself to the infection that was once my name
    Repetitious thought poisoning my esteem
    Fulfillment of lust my only reprieve
    My need for sustenance
    Died with your trust in me
    But life is better than it's ever been
    And I can't tell if I can feel anything
    But I know I love you
    This is what I'm meant to do.