This, this....Loving so strongly but hated in return-everything they traded for nothing.
Pain is rising, blood if falling- from the place that once held my heart.
Now just a wound seeping agony- a heart you carved out.
People speak of one Hell, but I have found another;
And I am trapped, suffering there every day and night.
To love enough to die one thousand times over to give them a few more moments, but they wish you dead.
To know that even your best will never be good enough for them to love back
To see them daily in another's arms-kissing, holding, loving.
To know that the other is a monster and the one you love does not care.
To