You didn't even noticed I was broken when you called me. You were so fucking high you didn't even hear me crying in the phone. You were so drugged you didn't even realised you had just called me 5 minutes before... I'm so sick of trying to fix you. Who will fix me? I've got no one to fix me...to gather my pieces from the floor. You were so drugged you didn't remember you asked me the same questions the previous day....and the day before... I'm so sick of giving myself as a drug...trying to cure you. It's pointless. When my phone rings at a late hour and I see your name on the screen, I'm convinced you're most probably high and I won't understand what the fuck you're talking about. You don't realise it....but you don't make any sense.
In that night I told you I was depressed and tired because of the lack of sleep in the previous nights and still I had to learn 200 pages for an exam i was supposed to have 6 hours later...You didn't even listen. You started talking about yourself again. I'm so sick of trying to understand what the fuck you're saying, I'm so fed up with you calling me 34659125 per day, saying the same shit over and over again....I'm so sick of you complaining you're worthless...You made yourself like this.
So go on...try another drug...call me late in the night, start whinning to me, say the same shit over and over again. I must be drugged to stay by your side.
The drugs don't kill you. They kill me.
I suggest you not to take me for granted. I can come and go like seasons.