Who's The Crazy One?

Another hotel.  

Another night of drowning in a cesspool of alcohol, cigarettes , lust and loneliness.  
 
I grow weak, Weary.  
 
My defenses fail and the demons return to sink their burning poisoned claws into my mind.  
 
My heart is infected with fear, envy and hate.  
 
I feel the grip on my sanity weaken.  
 
And then there you were.  
Standing there like an angel bathed in holy light.  
 
Beautiful, fucked up, perfect.  
 
I had no idea then that you would inspire, frustrate and smite me.  
 
I should have left you where I found you.  
 
I shouldn't have gotten to know you.  
 
But here I am.  
 
Addicted to your pain.  
 
Consumed by my desire to absorb your pain into me.  
 
I see the good in you behind the facade.  
 
You say you are bat shit crazy.  
 
But who's the crazy one?  
 
The girl with the fucked up childhood, bad relationship and mental health issues that only serve to pull all that screwed up past to the present...or the guy who wants to add all that to his own burden just so she can be okay?  
 
You tell me...who's the fucking crazy one now?