I am strong, they say,
When I can't even feel my bones.
I'm toxic, dangerous,
A snake, slithering through puppy moves.
Although I don't speak much,
My mind screams, deafening ears.
I may not look it, but I am,
A demon, hiding in angel tears.
I'm the rope, of suicide,
Hanging every relationship to death.
My pain is poison, deadly heaven,
My niceness, canard bullet to the head.
Yet, why do they choose to love me?
Why do they make their way to hell?
Tell me where that wicked witch lives,
The one who cast me, a curse for a spell.