"What the Fuck is Wrong with You?"

Written by Kester Henrick

I gouged my eyes out, but I can still feel you breath through the words you type onto my existance.
I read it like brail. I feel it in my fingers.
I tore my ears off, but I can still listen to everything you say.
Every time you tell me how much you hate him cause he hurts you, my heart blankets you.
Every time you tell me you love him for it, my blood cries.
and no one has ever made me feel this way.
I admire and love you for it.
I'm ill because of it.
because of love. and wait. and worry. and bleeding. and sharing and daring to care.
I'm fighting for this.
I'm fighting for death on my lifebed.
I'm dying for you to be happy.