Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I can’t tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like.And right now, there’s a steel knife in my windpipe.I can’t breathe, but I still fight while I can fight.As long as the wrong feels right, it’s like I’m in flight . High off of love, drunk from his hate.It’s like I’m huffing paint and I love him , the more I suffer. I suffocate and right before I’m about to drown. He resuscitates me, he fucking hates me
And I love it…🎶🎼