I hate the feeling of my heart when it sinks,
The emotional illness of what he thinks,
The awful games he plays with me head,
The path that I've been so painfully led.
I hate this situation I'm now in,
How attraction can all begin,
The stress I'm in, the worry I feel,
A world where everything is surreal.
I love the way I'm back being myself,
An aspect too dangerous for my own health,
A sickness that runs through my veins,
A weakness full of mental strains.
I love the way I look so happy,
I hate that he just wants to hurt me,
I've lost weight and feel good,
How things only could.
