I've lost all I've loved. You think you have nothing, when you just want pain.
There's this sick twisted want that when you look into my eyes, you somehow see the dying me on the inside. A sick, and twisted part of you wants to feel my pain. Wants to cry yourself to sleep. Wants to have the doctors be puzzled at your condition. You want to have to lie about everything concerning your physical and mental state. You want to be this, twisted, empty, sick, mess of a waste of skin. You want to be an outcast. And I'm sick of it.
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