Love is pointless, worthless, and cheap. Three words, uttered, purchased too easily. It's exhausting, dangerous, and empty. Love hurts, painful, basically scalding. It's fire, passionate, put out with a simple breeze.
D reams are more existent than reality E ach of us experiences more pain than happiness A ll trauma is equal T raumatic experiences are more important than joyous ones H ealing is inevitable, and yet impossible.
Im twisted with these games i play Do i make you leave or stay Plucking on your heart strings every day You never know what lovely things ill say Or the pain ill make you endure today.