You pull me in, with your routine
You make me feel proud, like an achiever,
Strong, like a rock
You challenge me, everytime.
But you push me
to the edge
...you're pushing me over the edge
and I'm slipping,
I'm watching the ground I stand upon fall from beneath my feet
I can see it hurtling down and breaking into 1000 pecies on the ground below
The ground that I so dearly love.
You hinder my enjoyment
Halt parts of my life
and remove shards of happiness from my heart.
You steal my time,
you take it and toy with it, like a cat to a mouse.
you torture me with your eternal darkness,
your angry conditions,
You make me feel like a broken toy
but the cogs aren't turning properly anymore,
with the happy face painted on,
and the beauty etched in the hard, cold plastic.
Functioning, but not actually being.
I hate you so much.
But I can't help but love you.
I am addicted.
I read somewhere:
'Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you'