I wrote this. Idk if it's a weird form of PTSD but growing up I was always told I sucked the life out of everyone and everything. That I was just the worst person to be around. Years later in my adult life I met a best friend who loved me. Neither of us were mentally healthy and he had his own addiction to deal with. The last year and half I've held all our finances and our life together. Now he is in rehab and I'm stressing to keep our home together. Never knowing when or if he's coming back. And when he does will he be too healthy for me? Will I once again be the Pitt that others come to die in? So anyways… I wrote this about myself. It's called The Pitt:
Sucking the life out of everything living
I take your souls purpose
Make it mine
For the taking
I hold onto pleasures
You feel leaving your mind
It's my own work
Quite fascinating
It's mine for the taking
Happiness escapes you
Your penance is my due
A drug all consuming
I deserve it all
I thrive on your misery
I take the devils due
It's mine for the taking
Sweet innocence tastes so sweet
You're healing it disgusts me
Your suffering fuels me
Your tears magnify my soul
I'm the pitt
Where life belongs to the damned
I'm the darkness
I own you
And if you refuse me I will
Leave you behind
A new victim I'll find
Sucking the life out of everything living
I take your souls purpose
Make it mine
For the taking
I hold onto pleasures
You feel leaving your mind
It's my own work
Quite fascinating
It's mine for the taking
Happiness escapes you
Your penance is my due
A drug all consuming
I deserve it all
I thrive on your misery
I take the devils due
It's mine for the taking
Sweet innocence tastes so sweet
You're healing it disgusts me
Your suffering fuels me
Your tears magnify my soul
I'm the pitt
Where life belongs to the damned
I'm the darkness
I own you
And if you refuse me I will
Leave you behind
A new victim I'll find
