When i was told i was insane i rejoiced i finally knew what my problem was FIGURE OUT YOURS
I'm Hated by most Loved by few and Envied by none
Love?: What is love?, I've asked myself that for 8 long years since the days you've been gone. The scars you gave me have long healed. But I still cry over you, But is that love? I still wonder why I clung to you, how i survived your drunk rages? And since you left, what I thought was love broke my heart, I slit my wrists and even threatened suicide, but then he found me. But I did find someone. He doesn't abuse me like you did. He respects me. And now I know what love is, because he gives it to me. No, he isn't an abuser, he's not a fighter, Hes a lover and I love him. But then that one night, I turned on the TV and saw you were finally going away for your crimes and it made me feel safe. You couldn't hurt me anymore. But yet that night I cried over you and I didn't understand why. But he didn't say a word. No he just cuddled me and whispered that it was going to me okay. Love? Is him.
Is Love Truly Love When All I Do Is Get Hurt?
He will take me in my sleep,
a demon I will become,
and forever be,
The wings of black
and dress of blood
are what cover me now