Babying

   When all your friends become attack dogs or naysayers. 
   Must I always struggle with these same reoccurring failures?
   I cannot look at this disgusting mixture. 
   Puking up a sick blend of emotional dialect and scripture. 
   Stuck here with not an option viable. 
   I'll drown in the ink writing this twisted melodramatic bible.
   No way that the weight and severity of this hatred is aiding my health. 
   I wish I could learn a person can love me more than I can, myself.