 | You touched me, you held me, you hurt me... I looked into your eyes and saw hate hate for the world and hate for me... when you came around, I felt trapped between reality and Fantasy... when you held me I felt something my own pain being embraced... Everything you did made me question myself question my worth question my life... I felt like you punching bag you hit me with words of sick pleasure you didn’t care... but I took it and still do... you, me, my life, to close for comfort |  |