I'm starting to shake.
I'm climbing the walls.
Pulling my hair out.
Why won't the room stop spinning?
It's starting to hurt.
It hurts all over.
I need to make the pain go away.
I need a fix.
And you will not call and make my pain subside.
I am addicted to you.
I can only go so long before I need another hit of you.
Give me a small dose of unconcern mixed with sarcasm.
It will get me through until the next time when
I need a big hit of being used and taken for granted.
Please don't withhold from me.
Make my pain go away.
You are my drug.
You are my addiction.
And I can't wait for another hit.