My heart aches with the torment I have allowed.
It seeps in when I realise that the noose is making me dangle from the ground.
I imagen its not there, as you scream and don't care.
The love you call love is abuse and it's not fair.
I can give advise on love but yet I feel I don't deserve the comfort.
To be loved in a way where my existence goes with meaning.
But the love I receive is just his way of pleasuring himself and using my body.
I feel I deserve it. I go without meaning.
My life is in shamble.
