I love you, even while you are medicated

your heavy eyes, not quite reaching mine

Your lack of interest in the words I’m pressing so hard

Frustrating me to the point of tears

But I do not blame you

You need this right?

A detachment from the reality that you suffer so greatly from

But how are you detached still,

your demons do that for you?

Your self hate makes my skin itch

It scratches my soul and makes me hate those who hurt you

But it is impossible,

I could never hate you.