• shwetha_n 46w

    The irony of addiction to pain,
    my soul feeds on it to be sane.
    Is there something wrong with me, I wonder;
    as to this turbulent mind, I surrender.
    Nothing I do or say is right,
    I have now lost the will to fight.
    This time I have nothing left to lose,
    it's my life now and I choose.
    Fix myself up, inspite the pain that it cost,
    it's about time I find pieces of me that I've lost.