Put Me Out of My Misery

I don't know why you love me.

 

I don't know why you see

anything good about me

below the surface.

 

I feel darkness in my soul,

pain within my core.

 

I don't know why you 

continue to forgive me

when I deeply hurt you.

 

Sometimes I just wish you would

put me out of my misery,

destroy my heart beyond repair. 

 

Maybe if I become nothing 

then I could start from scratch

and rebuild what's broken.

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