I forced myself in the corner with the trifle and the weak with out a harness or a ladder to retrieve me from the meek I got familiar with my eyelids cause that's all I chose to see I got addicted to my solitude like it was methamphetamines I lost sleep over lost affection I lost innocences and youth I lost ability to reason and with that I lost some screws I lost fortitude and solace and trust in your mistruths I lost seven pounds in seven hours and I think I came unglued I think you'd speak so sincerely that I believe your lies I think you'd laugh indescretly if I called you up and cried I think you'd beat me into submission and slaughter me alive I think you'd stuff my head and display it on your wall with pride.