How is it that I always manage to put myself in these situations?
Am I suddenly running backwards!?
For Christ's sake!
What's wrong with this picture!?
Dropping bits and pieces of my dignity off as I dodge each Thorn.
With every head - bow to the dirt -
I get right back up and ask for more.
Have I had enough!?
When will it be?
Oh, how quickly self pity sets in
Following self induced harm -
What sort of mentality must you obtain to beg for this treatment -
Subconsciously smirking at torture;
Frightened on the outside,
Shaking with ecstasy on the inside -
What's wrong with this picture!?!
YOU'RE SICK!!!!
She's been talking again - watching my every move,
Judging each decision - from friend to foe
Where does it end this time?
Supplying nightmares that wake me in the dead of night,
And laughing at the cold sweats...
She finds humor in my fears...night after endless night
She finds me finally sleeping and wakes me simply to gloat!
[I loved you, and now I hate you, how dare you return with your sideways grin and treasure eyes...]
How dare she mock the very insanity that flows through these veins!
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