A man like me can only remain sane for so long. Everybody has an imaginary point. A line that will send him or her into utter psychosis, if crossed. If I were most people you’d be lucky. Most people have that line drawn miles away. Mine isn’t so far. Don’t you look at me like I’m a physco. You knew I was from day one baby. I told you plenty a times to get the hell out while you still can. A heart can only take so much and you knew mine was on its last leg. What did you do? You kicked it right out from under me. You scraped me dry like the last remaining knife full of Jiffy. And don’t act like I never tried. Like I never had hope. I tried and hoped so hard that it nearly killed me. I see your mouth moving babe but guess what; it’s my turn to talk. Oh do I like the way that sounds. Hell, I’ve never even gotten a turn in monopoly. This is what it feels like to have the power. Now you’re the one hoping and I see the tears, but I can’t feel the remorse. You’ve numbed my body like a hot shot a heroin.