I got addicted to pain
like people get addicted
to drugs and alcohol
I fall in love as a form
of self-harm
there is something
romantic in being
miserable and sad
all the time
they tell me not to
make those sad faces
but I am too tired to
pretend like I don't
think about dying at least
twice a day
I say I hate how I look
but I just despise
that I look so much like you
every time I look at
my fading reflection
I see you
you can hurt me as you please
I would have to peel off
my skin to erase your hands on me
sometimes it feels like
I am just like you
I am the child of shame
guilt keeps me alive
I have to suffer
to undo your sins.
