I'm a broken
Shattered,
Sharp piece of mirror.
I'm a worthless,
Pointless,
Shell filled with horror.

Without you I'm lost,
Can't find my place.
I have no reason
You cant be replaced.

You are what makes my day bright,
But fill my dreams with fright.
Your eyes order me, and my life
not to mention the breaths you make
The risks you take
The insecurities you break.
You are what has made me, me.

How do you expect me to know what to do,
Without You?

A chronic sickness,
So sick in the head.
Lost in my hate,
Getting pleasure from dread.
What you have done to me, 
I am so grateful.
Made me cold, disconnected, 
This feeling, so sweet.
Before I was weak, in every eye and heart.
With just a few words I was torn apart.
With what you've done I'm not right in the head,
My feelings are pushed into something else, 
Lust, anger, and numbness instead.
Thank you for making me mad.
So completely insane.
Life seems so much better, 
Without a functioning brain...

All I seem to be able to do
Is sit around and cry about You
I'm not sure why
When You've yet to leave me permanently 
But the voice in my head still screams indefinitely 

I wonder why I am crying, then...
What has left me so empty and unsatisfied?
I assumed a time or two
That it's because I can't think of a time I cherished more, 
Than the time I've spent with You, 

My stomach whirls with early memories of "us" 
Quickly followed by a chronic sickness of You momentarily forgetting me.
I can't stable myself, when Youve left me so lifeless.
When Yours was all I ever wanted and want to be.

You know that feeling..
When your breathing stops,
But your heart still races.
When your eyes are closed,
But you can still see what's going on around you.

That's what it's like being with Him.
When his hands are around your throat,
But kisses you at the same time.
When he turns you away from Him,
But you know exactly what his expression is.

Trying to satisfy a never ending thirst.
Hoping you've done well when He doesn't look at you after.
Thinking you look disgusting but He reminds you otherwise.
Just to degrade you later.

A never-ending cycle of love, and disgust
Disgust, to lust
From lust to loving
Never ending. 
Always repeating and eating at me.
Making tears, laughter, moans, 
And those little kisses you wish you could save.

You know that feeling..