Is it just me? Or does anyone else enjoy the pain. Not the pain from a heart attack or shattered bones. I'm talking about from broken hearts and shattered dreams. The pain that starts from your core and reaches out to your extremities. It hurts. but... it feels... good.
When you break up but don't want it to end. you know there is more, but it just wont work out.
After all your preparation and hard work, you go in confident and you fail.
the disappointments. anguish and sorrow. it hurts. but... I like it. makes me feel. It lets me know I'm real.
The pain when you've given it all you got but you're just not adequate.
When you cry yourself to sleep and wake up exhausted. Go back to sleep...
Leaning against the wall in the shower, pondering, letting water run down your skin trying to warm your frozen heart.
I tell myself to not be depressed but I've become addicted to this pain. It has made me a negative person. I look for the worst and expect it to happen.
When too many positives happen, am I having withdrawals? I relapse and enjoy the pain.
mmmm... ahhh..... peace
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