Schizo

I hallucinate,
For you.
I feel things that aren't there.
Like your fingers touching my skin,
It's gotten worse, and I don't know what to do.
These are things I cannot share.
Others imagination has stretched too thin.

I smoke and smoke,
Killing myself,
I enjoy it.
A sadistic measure of contaminated belief

I've stopped eating,
For you.
I know how you think those girls are beautiful.
I'm pretty.
I'm pretty.
I'm shameful.

Love me.
These voices in my head aren't as suave as you.
They love you too.
Bring me another blanket.

For I shiver at your imaginary touch.
I'll sing songs of sex and such.
I am the entity of insanity.
And I hope you appreciate it.