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This is my friend, Pain
It was like magic when we kissed. A spark... a dramatic pause...
Time itself had slow down. I just knew that I didn't have to look any further.
you were the one
Then you left me and pain became my friend. I could always count on her to ruin any possible relationship that would blossom or bloom. It was my doom
to live those beautiful highs and those ugly lows over and over and over again.
Pain was my Friend and misery was the third wheel. You see pain and misery kept me down and low. You would never be pretty enough, he would never want you. Pain.... misery... depression came every now and then to remind me that she would always win.
Consuming my time and energy till there was nothing left of me. Each one would tug, pull at me. They wanted all my time and attention. For that's all I knew.. sadness.. bitter... jaded...
Pain is my best friend...
