Love and Other Drugs

The burden of beauty that keeps tormenting my skin, the love of thee that comes only with label, "beauty", if not I'm doomed. I can't compete with the normal female, that one! yes, the one you yearn to have intimacy with! It is not me the beautiful me that was; taking sedative to ease the pain, the misery of the pills taking by day. I keep forgeting I'm not with thee. I keep forgeting I'm a suffering slave. And I remind myself you are not with me. the pain is inevitable to stop. Why am I not with you? because your not with the less fortunate. "You believe you can do better". I don't want it! No I don't; Your pity is more than a sword through my throat. Yes! I need the drug and the love too, both to keep living this misery; I can't let it go. If I could just disappear, I would be there in the other side of my reality pushing my luck once more.