i built my walls up just for you to tear them down
i chose the pathway to destruction and addiction
you stabbed me when i was most vulnerablethe knife in my back is euphoric
pain is pleasure and you cannot ignore iti hope someday our paths meet again
for you to tear my walls down again and again
just let me love you
but you're with her
i don't care the cost
she can beat me black and blue
i will stand there and take the blowsi will wait
here in a bath full of blood
waiting for you to save me and stitch the wounds you made
but for now i will soak
how patheticc.r.
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Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.