I'm told I flourish everyday,
But I feel like I'm dried out,
Like it's in not in my DNA
To be here at all.

My heart is always in my hand,
It's always polluted,
Cuffed to possible solutions,
But I don't care about them.

The pain,
It hurts so good,
I've already experienced it,
Why not go some more?

Cactus thorns all over,
It burns, it hurts,
The rose thorns on my skin,
Lives in my veins.

I can't say I don't love it,
Cause it hurts so good,
I can't say it hurts,
When I live for it so bad.

I'm trapped, I'm livid,
I'm angry, with my being,
It made me unsafe, unaware,
That it was always gonna be like this.

But now I don't mind,
Cause it isn't so bad,
When you enjoy it all,
It starts hurting so good.

Your heart takes it all in,
And no one seems to notice,
Closer and closer I go to the end,
Although the gravel is stuck in my knee.

I'm imprisoned, with no help,
I feel so far away,
But I know I can call out anytime,
But isn't it not annoying?

When I tell you it hurts so good,
So I can't cry,
That I laugh so hard,
That I moan at thought of the headaches.

I can't be mad,
I can't be sad,
I can't be her,
You couldn't meet me.

A void in my eyes,
Nothing else can't be seen,
Only the color of brown,
And the identical glow.

They say the phone destroys me,
But on the other side they don't know,
That you are what keeps saving me,
And pinning my life on a string.

It hurts,
But I like it,
Scratch that,
Now I'm starting to love it.

To feel it,
Breathe it,
Exist in it,
Live for it.