Its The Fever Poem by Kathryn Garner

just kill me like you care
dont force me to breath again
and if you ever dare
ill kill you for that sin

dont take the spoils
and pretend a soft sorrow
we both know who toils
but dont expect me to be there tomorrow

im not waiting around
for people who bend me
i like the real sound
though i hate whats meant to be
you've got nothing for me

saying you'd acutally stop
just to make sure im safe
but in the heat of the moment you dropp
in a moment im replaced

claiming theres no one else
as behind me you steal a glance
ill just die inside myself
and she can get in your pants

i keep running to you
thinking things will change
and everytime i knew
its the fever makes me deranged
i just cant sweat you out
im hallucinating your face
because i cant sweat you out
of my body, of this place
i just cant sweat you out