I I am confused fighting myself [biting myself]. Wanting to give in needing your help. Skin cold with fear fear lives when we touch. Outside I don't know you but inside I'm fucked. Can you see it in me skin cold from touch. Each turn confronted with what I have done. You pull me closer I push you away. You tell me it's okay I can't help but feel the pain. I hate you. Why are you taken?. I love you. I feel so helpless. Why is it you?. ripping my insides each time I'm with you. why do I cry/try?. why do I really need to?. Why!. Fuck you bitch!. need to . . fuck . .. slut