You’re right to say that you love me…because you love to hate me.
Each night you love to tare at my essence and like nothing more than to push me in to dark places.
Instead of affection I get disgust, in place of hugs I am given slaps to the face. I am the outsider now because of all that love you gave me, thank you from the bottom of my dark broken heart.
Who knows what type of life I would have had if you did comfort me I my time of need so every night when I cry my black tears i think of you.
I can now feel nothing but the burring scars of the past and the futures ache. I wish I could say that I love you for your guidance but you took the part of me that loves.
You robed me of a customary childhood with a happy ending.
There is nothing in my life ever since you came in the picture.
So I leave you with this and I know it won’t even scratch you rotting hide.
