Your pain
Is in vain
It corrupts your brain
Makes you insane
Makes it hard to restrain
Like resisting rain
Try to refrain
Time to Heal again
So much to gain
If you give up your pain
So you can try to remain
Sane
No mind drain
Keep life plain
So you can be yourself again

I love the way
Your eyes light up
When you talk
About writing.
I love the way
You love life.
I love the way
You want everything.
But most importantly,
I hate that
Those beautiful eyes
Have seen so much pain
And darkness.
I hate that
There are times
You wish to be
Someone else.
I hate that
You are so insecure
In your writing.
Most of all,
I hate that
I love all these
Things about you.