And after
everything
you have put me through

I'd still do
everything
for you

like liquor
the taste of you
sends heat racing through my body
i am completely out of this world
the excitement is unreal
i don't have a clue what's going on
it's great
but i know it doesn't last
and it's not healthy

constantly alone I have felt all of these years
I have always been on the outside
I look for love and someone to love me
little did I know
I have never actually known what love is
and it is all toxic

I think you like inflicting pain on others
You only care about yourself

You sicken me

I look at myself in the mirror
That reflection that stares back at me
I have no clue who it is

I don’t know who I am anymore

What is Love?
Can it actually be defined?

Is it just a mere reason to satisfy our childish desires?
Is it just a way to fill our lonely hearts?

Or is it a way to just end up suffering from heartbreak?
Can you actually tell me

Why me?
I ask myself as I continue to deal with the abuse..
No, not physical abuse
But with physical abuse the scars and bruises can heal
With mental abuse it messes with your mind forever..