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How Can I?
When you look at me, I feel pain.
I want to tear you apart.
So much hurt, and so much hate,
sweels upon my heart.
I no longer hear you say you love me,
I no longer feel your love.
Why did you have to hurt me?
I pray to stars above.
How can I tell you I need you?
You would never understand.
How can I tell you I love you?
When you are just a picture in my hand?
Good depiction of rage and selfishness. Gave me that warm tingle (which I hope is not pee) that I rarely get from such pieces of prose.