Breaching upon unknown territory,
off put and scattered at the thought...
The pain;
purely physical...
Who is this girl?
a lover? a hater...
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How can I feel the need for pain...
Love me or hate me
you don't know me...
I look in the mirror
and see me stare back...
You broke my heart.
you tore me down...
Is life worth living
all there is is pain and hate...
I am sick of feeling this way.
sick of being treated this way...
I need more time,
I'm drifting out of line...
You can always say,
"It will be better tomorrow," right...
If wishes were real,
to the demon down there...