I am sick,
In a way I can't quite put into words.
That I can't explain,
To anyone.
I'm afraid,
That I'll hurt you,
Before you can,
Hurt me.
Because sick, twisted love,
That leaves you in pain,
But wanting more
Is all I've ever known.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
I am sick,
In a way I can't quite put into words.
That I can't explain,
To anyone.
I'm afraid,
That I'll hurt you,
Before you can,
Hurt me.
Because sick, twisted love,
That leaves you in pain,
But wanting more
Is all I've ever known.
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