Blankness, my thoughts are scrambled, lost somewhere.
I can't find myself.
I can't be who I want to be.
I can't even think about you.
Your green eyes,
your smile,
you lips,
your laugh.
Don't look at me.
You make me sick.
The things I go through for you.
You don't care about me.
I torture, I kill.. me
I can't let go,
I see you every day
Smiling, acting like you don't know..
Irish Clover Community Member 
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