God, I hate you, not a day goes by that I don't feel like strangling you.
But then you sweet talk again, and I lose it.
How do you do that? how do you manage to make me fall for you all over again with a thread of words that I'm certain you don't mean?
How do you manage to turn my utter hatred for you into longingness, making me crave your fake words?
You throw so much hurtful pain onto my shoulders, you darken the circles under my eyes, take my spark away from me.
And every time, I swear that I wouldn't let it happen again.
But here I am yet again, in your arms, after hours of wrenching pain.
I'm losing my sanity, my heart, my soul.
You take me up and down, a never ending roller coaster, I just want it all to end, leave me alone, disappear and never come back
you're like a stain of wine.
I'm going crazy.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
