I love you, even while you are medicated
your heavy eyes, not quite reaching mine
Your lack of interest in the words I’m pressing so hard
Frustrating me to the point of tears
But I do not blame you
You need this right?
A detachment from the reality that you suffer so greatly from
But how are you detached still,
your demons do that for you?
Your self hate makes my skin itch
It scratches my soul and makes me hate those who hurt you
But it is impossible,
I could never hate you.