consume me until i'm free:

of my troubles. of my fears. of my inhibitions.

i..... sometimes i'm so destructive. some days life really gets to me. just like you, just like you get to me.

i turn to you when my mind is crowded, when my judgement is clouded, when there's nobody there, but you, the pen, and me.

i.... sometimes i crave destruction because it builds character. sometimes my humanity seeps through the chip on my shoulder. i got these wings on my back and you run around with scissors in your hands, come at me, and ask me to come closer.

i.... i want to, but sometimes i just don't know if it's worth the price i'd pay.