Chapter 1, The Mending.

It gets lonely here, you've fixed me
All complaints fall on deaf ears
I can't force a commitment
I'm all locked up in dissing this
You said if I just stopped cutting my wrists
Your insults keep tempo as blood drips
I don't feel compulsion
I don't feel completion
I ain't been whole since you refused
To control me
I am free, I can breathe
I feel release
Ain't this the disease? The kind where
My cure is your reprieve
Still it's in our clause and I'm at your feet
It gets lonely here, you've fixed me
All complaints fall on deaf ears.
Yes sir.