Your so sick! oh no no no! This simply wont do!
Don't worry we'll take care you, sit down and rest we'll treat you right away! Tapeworms: Do you feel it? The wriggling? It means it's working. You feel the slithering and bumps of the worms in your tummy, squethcing rollign over your organs as they enter your blood streams. A small tickling rolls ove ryou entire body before it becomes unbearbly itchy. Your so itchy your so raw everything has become painful. Your eaten from the inside out slolwy but surely. You have been cured of your pain. Pills: There we go! See all better ~ Just take them every morning, afternoon, after you finish your mopping, but certainly not before you sleep but do so while drowsy. On your way to work but not during the trip to and from it. You musn't drink it with food but not hungry nor without water and inbetween the intervals of when you finally return back to your room. Simple right ? Easy it was, you followed the schedul to a t. Everyday over and over until suddenly you begin to get worse, the pills no longer work and the empty feelign returns back into your syste, a hollow emptiness in your chest that becomes so numb that it hurs. Don't worry we have just the treatment! A new bottle with a new schedule, until that doesn't work either, then a new one and then another then a former then the newer until you feel better? And you do! Right? It's the same as before just more, not hard nor difficult. The longer you take it the more lim you feel? Do they even work anymroe, why am I not getting better. Their lying to you, they just want to shove more pills down your gullet. No you must atop taking them stop it this intstant its no working they're lying! Love: Come here... allow me to hold you this once, the warmth of another not needing to be violent nor invansive but simple like a blank, ill hold you head and caress you hair in my hands till you sleep. With a peck on your forehead you'll be okay soon! Addictive is the burden of love isn't it? A heavy weight on your heart warm and fuzzy, those sweet butterflies in your belly fluttering so quickly it warms yoru entire body you, now blushing. You want to be around it forever, there's certaintly nothing like it! It's the sail on the boat of life guiding you to peace, the waters of Jordan River baptizming you into purity. THe relief you deserve of so much after the cure of suffering placed upon your fragile heart. You deserve it, it's your nobody else's but who else is recieving this medication, what treatment diffrs from yours, what do THEY get that you don't. It's not fair how something so vulernable to you is given to others just hte same. Does that nurse rember your name? Your hair? the feelings of th eoils of your face under there nails as the scratched into you flesh? Nobdoy can understand, they don't deserve it. It's yours its yours not nobody else its your "mine mine mine" I'll rip it from them if i need too, ill tie them up if i must and package them into small boxes for when the pain becomes unbearable, no longer will anyone take this feeling from you. It's yours all yours even if it stop working its no one elses to have. That's what makes love special? Right? Acid: Yeoch! Ouchie! Oh that hurted no no no! How Me: trigger jumpscares