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The addiction comes on stronger

Grows more each and everyday

I try to fight the urge

It never goes away

Anger over powers

Each and every thought

Proves to me I am nothing

The opposite of what love wants



So I'll take a knife

and slice into this weary soul

I'll make sure that this hurts more

Hurts more than you'll ever know

and when the bleeding is over and I see what I have done

I will hate myself more for the person I have become



I'll run into that corner,

Where I continually hide

And all alone I will cry to myself

No one is ever by my side

I wont pray to god for I don't believe he exists

Instead I will take the knife and cut my wrists

The pain feels so much better

Much more when I am burning your letter



Never was I loved completely

Only conditonally

and unemotionally

No wonder why I feel so incomplete

The pain I feel, I just cant defeat

It runs through my bones

Cold and alone