Hideous

Fark it.
I can't concentrate on a single thing,
I'm paranoid,
I'm a crazy pschotic rummaging tru very single thing of yours,
just to find prove that you are still with me.

And yet,
deep down, I cud see how fugly I was,
how jealousy created my hideous mask,
and how I should put all this to a stop.
This is not me.

A stop, or an end?

I'm lost.



I'm struggling to hold on to the promise I made.
I need to bleed it out.
Help.