Real Me


Today I look at my life and wonder,
Is life worth all this pain i have been through?

My whole being has been twisted by your selfishness.
My understanding of life is so much different than others...
What they see as torment I see as pleasure.

I used to wish for my salvation,
But now I only wish to feel my own suffering,
For I have only grown to love the feeling of torment,

I love to see the scars on my skin and feel the scars on my soul.
If only you knew the real me,
You would cry and pity me...
But I wish you never to know...

For i still cling to hope,
Of you becoming the person you once were.

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