It beats so quick it bruises my chest
Heart molested by the feelings of light
The faster it beats the harder it gets
The thread that mangles makes it's last fight
I walk only to tumble and crawl
To the loved one I thought I once knew
The last drops of my hope make their last haul
And suddenly I realise there's nothing left to do
I stumble and cry without another fight
Screaming to those who watch and stare
Wishing God would end my life that night
When I realised that everything inside is bare
"Things will get better" my friends say in vain
But don't they understand that my love involves pain?
It's it a love-hate relationship. You get the picture.
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