Confessions That I Need Help

I am greed, I am gluttony, I am this vile thing called Lust. Of all things deviant and distraught, I am the facilitator Of all things teary, dripping or dry, and user of the weary I am a liar and a cheat, the worst kind of manipulator. It's grueling to abide the whispers you speak, It's delicate to control the insanity I leak. Everywhere I go, you exist, Breathless wind, dry rain, lit darkness, You bring them all, burning bliss, Like the noose around my neck. I just want to cast aside, But to you I must abide, Because time and time again, I've truly tried, And lied, and lied, and lied, "You are not a part of me," I do not care, covet, crave, or dare I say, love.... The days I'm alone, Are the best I've ever had, But schizophrenic conversations consume them, And you won't go away, Because thoughts make me who I am, And you torment me day and night Even though, I'm in love with someone real, And everything's all right. You taunt and tease, so I feel, And no matter how hard I shut my eyes, You stay even with my cries, Sirens of imagination and lies. These are confessions of the weak, My blood, tainted does reek, With insanity I maledict Can no longer be this addict. I’ve never acted, never caused harm, Wish I could take up arms, I have and will fight, But my remarks seem trite, In my tears, fears, and fright. I am greed, I am gluttony, I am this vile thing called Lust. Of all things deviant and distraught, I am the facilitator Of all things teary, dripping or dry, and user of the weary I am a liar and a cheat, the worst kind of manipulator. It's grueling to abide the whispers you speak, It's delicate to control the insanity I leak. Burden on my back, breaking me to fold, I must saunter, and love the one I hold. She is real, she is bold, she is this wonderful thing called love, But you voices split my head in two, And I hope she’ll forgive, Because I think only would a few, And with her, I want to live.