Like a photo album of my greatest lies,
You are the one that makes me,
Feel so useless and incomplete.
You drive me to the edge and back,
An enemy that I love to hate,
And hate to love all at once.
My searing anguish burns from within,
And you are the sole suspect to blame.
Without you, I would curl up and die,
But with you, I feel sore all over.
How I would love to bleed you dry,
If not to risk my own demise.
Why did you have to come into me,
And let my impotence commence?
Why did I have to be one of many,
To feel your brutal sting on my skin?
Why did you have to enter my mind,
And hemorrhage my nervous system?
Let me be and let me sleep in peace,
Knowing that you have left me behind.
I do not want to hear you inside me,
Or feel your beating on my fragile chest.
But for now, I am forced to endure,
Your sharp arrows that pierce my flesh,
While you pay no never mind,
To the anguish that dwells within me.
Let me be free of this never-ending pain,
That is driving me on the verge of insane,
Like a steely bullet grazing my brain,
And although I stand on this savage plain,
I find that my fight against you is inane,
While I stand without crutch or cane,
But I will not rest until you are slain.
Your agonizing beat resounds inside,
Letting me know that with you,
I would not be alive…