Lovely Sorrow

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My lovely sorrow

In its most literal stance

of course the pain cuts a row

Of never ending insecurity

But for a strange reason 

I come back for more

kind of like a like a dark season

That never ends

Pulling me deeper into to it

So when i want to be free

I've grown a tolerance for it

The soul bounding becomes a guilty pleasure of mine

I became in love with my dark side

That when people tell me to lighten up

I grow darker inside

I became friendly with my self hate

That i shun all the people away

And watch my soul get ate

I like to see the blood of my wounded ego flow

some people call it sad

i just say i reap what i sew

its quite an oxymoron

to fall in love with the thing that hurts me the most 

but when that hurt comes from yourself

it becomes as delicious as french toast

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Emily]

I'm jealous of your writing ability!
This is beautifully written, and I really want French toast now.
I agree with Silent Scream, you missy, are deep.

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This is amazing! I enjoyed this one alot.

[Dream Weaver]

Do I know this one..
deeply moving....