In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.
Sometimes I get so sad that it's hard to breathe. So tell me, how do you expect me to talk about my demons when they're sitting on my lungs?
I remember the first time. It was a surprise. Just an experiment. That I turned out to like. My new hobby is bad. One turn to two. Two turn to four, Too many and more. Sick of the midnight cries. The lie on my lips. The pain in my eyes. The evidence on my hips. My late night secrets. No one will know. I am the victim. And the abuser.
