-"kill"-

Every night, this illness kill me, slowly, 'piece by piece'.
Every night, this mental illness, take away my enthusiasm, 'little by little'.
Every night, this bipolar disorder, kill me, 'bit by bit'.
Every night, this social anxiety, kill me, take away my own soul.
Every night, my depression kill me, 'make', my corrupted soul, become more 'real'.
Every day, this borderline personality disorder, broke my heart, piece by piece.
Every day, this major depressive disorder, take away my happiness, so darkness can control my soul.
Every day, I try to find happiness, but I almost 'forgot', what happiness is, and, then, I start to fall in love, with my own pain.
Every night, I fight a monster, alone, and I win, but, it take away my spirit, so I lost.
In fantasy, I win, but in reality, I lost.
Then, I try to embrace my illness, but my heart and soul, start to corrupt.
And, I start, try to fall in love, with my own illness(mental), but, 'she' become parasit in my soul.
'She' 'love' me back, but my life start to falling apart, and destroy my reality, and my fantasy.
My soul become more corrupt, as my heart start to embrace, 'these' disorder.

In reality, also in fantasy.

This illness, is beautiful,
this dismay so wonderful,
this pain, make me laugh,
these disorder,
make my own soul,
die......

And die......