Pain Sweet Pain

Every moment, some sort.
Every day, my last resort.
I get home, see her sweet words,
then try to make out what is hers.
Are these her words or feelings?
These lies aren't just killing.
They make one suffer. Make one feel terrible.
Make you want to die, it's unbearable. Unbelievable.
How can simple feelings make me tremble.
Why do you do this to me?
Can you not see?
This damage is happening mentally and physically.
You have to stop this before it to late.
I can't handle another date.
Pain sweet pain. Thats all it is.
It went and came. I can't handle this.