But also your own existence.
The whole time,
I've been wondering what I did wrong.
Thinking that whatever I did wrong,
It must have been very important.
WHAT DID I DO WRONG?
I always thought if I could undo what I did,
I could regain what was lost in the first place.
Not noticing what I sacrificed in the process.
How can the same mouth say things like
"I want to kill you" and "I love you"?
I've fallen into a cruel love.
It's stained the color of blood.
Everything that I ever wanted,
I can't hold on to any of it.
Not even my own pain.
The scar that was left is a proof that I am alive,
Only this wound..
that feeling you get when "that moment" happen, a lump in your throat, head spinning, feeling breathless..
I gain it all back every second of every day.
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