The pain. The depression. It's all gone away.
Involuntary tears streaming down my face.
Its all torn apart. Nothing left.
All faded away.
I ask you one more time.
Where is my life direction.
The path. My journey.
The light above and beyond.
Flowing down the tunneled drain.
Twisting and turning.
Far away. Slipping and sliding.
Into the distant darkness.
I scream. I reach. I strive.
Distant fears and screams.
Agonizing. Terrorizing. Tagonizing.
Flaming brutal torture alone.
Why I ask you.
Why I scream. Throat burning.
Am I treated like I am.
Abusiveness. The long struggle...
Fighting to stay alive.
Hurt and depression...heartbreak and failure.
Broken and bleeding.
Torn and pleading.
Down on my knees.
I'm locked deep down inside.
Fading into eternal darkness.
Unable to breathe.
Covered..and coated...and showered.
In the realms of HELL i DO reside.
They want me to push you away. They say you hurt me, but I don't want to believe. For I find a certain safety in your arms of ugliness, the only things that want to embrace me lately. And even when I think I'm done with this abuse, I don't know the sweet words that will sweep you away, some old childhood incantation that crawled away from my bitter memory when it turned its back for a moment. You are a sickness; I cannot control you, though there are magical concoctions that can. But I cannot make the quest for them alone, and you have me feeling as though there's no one who loves enough to help. They don't believe me when I tell them that you have taken over who I am. I know not if they deny your power, your existenance, or the fact that you have chosen me for your victim. I only want to go back and forget I ever looked into your dark eyes. But it is too late and I feel as though our tainted courtship has ruined everything. You do not comfort me when I cry in dark cornors, but you push those who try away. Please don't tell me I must learn to live this way. Yes, you inspire me, but is it worth it? I know this answer no better than any of those to the other biting questions you use to beat me down with.
When you tell me to come
I want to because I love you
I don't because I am my own person
When you want me to lie
I want to because you say so
I don't because I am truthful to my words
When you tell me to trust you
I want to because I believe you
I don't because I am unsure
When you want me to speak
I want to because it makes you happy
I don't because I don't have time
When you ask me to come early
I want to because I am faithful
I don't because I am not in a rush
When you say forget about the past
I want to because that was then
I don't because I learned that you can't