Like kisses from a bee
They sting and bite,
Fester and bleed
Wounds of the heart, dragging me down
How could you say that to me?
Hypocrite of beliefs,
Don’t preach to me about your insecurities
I don’t need any more
Poisonous words,
Hurting me/Hurting you
I don’t mean to bite.
I want to be happy
How can I get better when you don’t believe me?
Turning my cure into a fear
Turning meds into addiction
Like chocolate cocaine
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