I thought you were a lover all you were was an enemy,
The nights of screaming and pure terror coming from the emotionless words,
I love you, I hate you, you are my world, you mean nothing to me, you're lovely, I've used you, all mere contradictions of pure misery,
These feelings you feel are not formed overnight, there must be a spark before the light.
I throw myself to the ground in fear that you may leave one day and that puzzles me the most
The comfort of someone so terrible is what makes us go truly insane.