Healing

You heal me like the drugs they supply, but I will never be better.
Life has scarred me and it won't go. I live in fantasy, with fake food,
fake friends, fake cuts, fake life, SAFETY. Death is the only heaven in
my life; it is the only reason I live. One day it will all end and the
world will be a better place. No war, no illness, no thought, no one
and only then nothing (perfection). When will I fade out in to nothing?
No memories, no pain, no fear. ONLY IN DEATH CAN WE ALL
ACHIEVE PERFECTION.