To: Mr. Masturbate.

You have attempted to consume me, and all that I am.
You have put on a front, claiming yourself my new bestfriend.

When all things are wrong, the stress is overbearing, and life is a suicide port,
You take ahold my body, and disguise yourself as comfort.

But this is wrong..
You are the enemy.
All my life, I've been taught to find you guilty.
You are guilty.

You're a disgusting disease.
You have taken me victim of a cold brutality,
I have fallen victim, to yet another abnormality.

But I can't stop you, from taking over me.
You are overwhelming, and undeniably pleasing.

I could never abandon you,
You are my comfort, you are of such value.

People despise you,
Yet you are only here to please.
People deny you,
Yet you are only here to please.