Coming Back

The creases in my mattress

Don’t allay the suspicions

Of a mind wrought with pains

Pins and needles I lay upon each night

Wandering mind wondering if I did it right

Or did I do it wrong

Each day I live, each breath that is passed

Is this my swan song

Where do I go but down

From the pit I’ve ensnared myself within

Gehenna awaits the wonders of my doom

I somehow love to be hated, to be scorned

And in the face of all my rebellion

My heart is truly torn

I say I can’t care any more, but the truth

Is that I care too much

That’s why I keep coming back

Hoping you’ll see me differently

One of these days

Instead of leaving

Like they all

Eventually do

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