You make me feel like a physcopath

You’ve made me lose my mind to the evil squiggly men in darkness again,
Allowed to feel and be consumed by you has left me numb 
I can’t cry for you I’ve taught my eyes to be dry and itchy,
I hack at my arms in place of your embrace, 
And though I knew you were no good for me I thought i couldn’t hurt, 
I’ve grown a thick skin 
But you make human lampshades the light the rooms of my dreams,
Shouldn’t have let me in on such a cold night, 
I knew I couldn’t compete with her I thought I wouldn’t mind 
But all I want is to be her so that you can be mine 
I want to cry for you, I want to,
but like the people I shoot on the tube with my mind
I’ve distanced you 
Sub human,creature you are 
As I stand above you now with a messiah complex 
I won’t worship at anyone’s feet because I’ve been trampled on, my flesh, hair, breast mushed into a tarmac floor,
Your a genius manipulator who’s had practice many a time before,
I don’t think I love u but I easily could have 
Now I’ve learnt that word l o v e, a chemical imbalance
Cupid’s curse is worth the palpitations or medications
But you never gave it to me as you promised 
You’ve turned me into something worse 
A beg