Guilty Pleasure

Give me recognition for all that I do and say...I give up giving in to failure...I give in giving up over success... Used as an experiment in society these busy-lazy nights and days...I'm going through a cycle of everlasting emotions and logics it seems, even in my slightest dreams... Isolating myself in my room of doom gloom...the lamp of ideas gleams in my head, but it gets drowned hopelessly by dread Lamenting over past mistakes...regret stings like a wound, never healed...{peel away the pain (x3)} Too overwhelming my emotions turned out to be...suicidal thoughts blanket me and they don't take heed, I see Y am I still living in fear? Depression? Anxiety? Oh dear dear me in times of stress, agony and tribulations - I wish I was someone else or never born in the first place...unfortunately, my mind has negativity in mind..I doubt I'll ever be fine, being blind and left so behind...living under the rock of my royal, robust rage Pain is inflicted upon me for your pleasure beyond measure...I'm positively sure you're negative and you're negatively sure I'm positive - I get that gut feeling sometimes heh..heh.. Love you when you tease me...when I'm in an emotional pit...so please put all of me at ease; you and I abused each other in all aspects of life Eaten alive by these devouring desire inside of me...burying away my innocence that's far from my appreciated abode Angst, anger, jealousy, resentment - you name it - I struggle with all of the above...I'm the boy with a hundred conditions but on one condition - when I write them down, these conditions vanish from me for a temporary time Seth Art - I'm sorry for being unfaithful to our friendship...our relationship...our everything - you deserve a better-looking and more awesome friend than me obviously by the looks of it U don't c...u will never c the stuff I've put u thru - the texting age language screws me up every time...trying to express myself without these interfering emojis and abbrev.'s Rambling on and on while you're on your phone...you're the listener and I'm the talker - I guess we were meant to be together - a friend, not a foe...or at least that's what I came to believed...we have our pros and cons in our friendship Empathy, come to me. My emotions are real and intense. I have voices in my head. I have bipolar. I have depression. I have anxiety. So what? Don't we all have our conditions and delightless downfalls emotionally-speaking...friendship-wise, we are a fine pair...opposites attract as a matter of opinion and fact