He stands there staring
He whispers my name quietly
And tells me to die
He tells me I'm no longer wanted
But why
He's not real
He's all in my mind
And yet I seem to believe him
Because he is around longer
He tells me the truth
At least partly truth
That I'm lazy
I'm to sensitive
I cry to much
And yet his touch
Is gentle
But his words
Are bitter
They leave a ever ringing bell
In my mind
And yet I can't get rid of him
He doesn't want to leave
He says he loves me
But he's hurtful
I see him every night
And I'll cry
For him to leave
Why won't he leave me alone
He doesn't really love me
I know because he's me
And I don't seem to love myself
So I look for love in strangers
Hoping to feel loved once again
So yes he hates me
I hate me
My family plans to send me away
For so called help
When they know he's with me
He doesn't want me to get help
And that's okay
Because some days I can shut him out
And be okay
But then my mom screams at me
And he comes back making me cry
Which makes her scream more
Which makes him sad
Because he says he loves me
But how can he love me when he can't even help me
So I shut him out more
I shut everyone out
I don't talk
I still look for love
I still look for affection
But not for him
For me
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poesia❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
