Love

A word often used to describe two or more people who care for each other. 

A word I don’t always feel.
I wanted to be 

Wanted to feel. 

Wanted to know that this life was real

Instead I am hated

Instead I drowned

Instead I beaten, dead on the ground.

I hate what I have become

a shell of a person I don’t remember anymore.

Was I ever really happy? 

Or was I always so close to death door. 

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