To be numb,
Yet feel so vividly.
To remorse and reminisce,
On heartbreak and misery.
You're addicted to torture
And it serves you well.
All hardships are surface deep,
And easily brushed aside and forgotten
Because no one ever makes you suffer
Only you.
But God do you suffer,
Under your own thumb.
Enforcing the misery you think you deserve.
Yes, you've made your prison
And an obedient prisoner.
But one day you'll notice.
Who has the keys?