Blood from my eyes

A poem, one of my personal favorites.

When I'm with you
I can remember
what emotions are like
I'm sure that can't
last too long
'cause I'm manic depressive
senile and schizophrenic
i think the drugs did me
while i thought i did them
i rely on detachment
attachment makes me paranoid
and i see terrors in the night
i think my stomachs bleeding
and my eyes will soon follow
words seem like acupunture
and you just struck a nerve
when i walk in a crowd
i dodge the common brush
don't like to be touched
never asked for much
but i think i asked for this
when i laid silently alone
be careful what you wish for
it just might come true
and i'll get what i wanted
then change my mind again
cause i'm indesisive
i think i just might lose it
a classic murder/suicide
not trying to be a bitch
but your best friend is hot
and mine never calls
i don't care anyway
people come and go
and cum and die
bloodshot highlights your eyes
and the blood's now dripping from mine
i think it's time to go
I can't show you anymore.