Pain
The pain is a rush
Every bit of it
My being fills with joy at the pain you bring
The sweet cold blade
The harsh words you speak...
When I tell you that you will leave me broken
I tell no lies
Everyone else has
So will you
So would I
How do you expect me to feel?
I’ve grown to love the pain of being left on my own
Why you ask
Because I’ve been built up and knocked down
So many times
That it is all that I know
I breathe pain
I loathe it
And I love it
You’ll leave
And I will forever be in
A solitude abyss.
Copyright © Sarah Clough | Year Posted 2015
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