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Why All This Pain?



Why do I fear the gentle touch of Love?

Why did you do this, hurt me so much?



Did I do something wrong to make you so angry?

Was I as a child so much of a problem?

I fear so much because of you,

you've made me this impossible person...



Why touch me like that, with so much wrong?

As wrong as it was, and still is to this day,

Why did you do it to me?



As any easy target, I can see why you've done this,

YOu've ruined me mentally,

and took control of me physically....



You sick bastard...For being that way.

I can still smell your blood that you shed in the past day.



You weep for your life, as I take you down,

Fear for you heart, as I feed my rage.



You made me this way, with my undependable ways;

You weakened my soul, I weakened your life...

Please now, tell me how ths makes you feel,

assuming you have some sort of thoughts running through your mind..



YOu're dead inside, just as I thought,

Dead as I made you, with your dull pink blood with bullshit inisde.

Please, please, Speak if you must, Now shuttup and die with the rest.

MAke a deal with the devil, and he may fry your skull,

There's no room for you here, in my world of hate--



You've done what you've done;



I'll deal with this now...Now that you're gone, I can finally breathe...

I'm still the same person, and still hate you this much;

But without any respect, I'm not the one who is feeding the crows



Wounded, I am, but without this burden.



Stronger, I am, with your blood on my hands...



So while you rot, and burn, and scatter yourself to the many stomaches of vultures,

I move on...

And put this behind me, you're nothing now,

you can never hurt me,  you can never weaken me, for you are the weakest...



You've died in my mind, and in my soul also...



Again, I ask...



Why All THis Pain?



*The fresh smell of gunpowder scatteres in my mind, so real it must be true...Or is it?*