The masochistic part of me will always find comfort in your embrace.
The sick part of me will always look to you for guidance.

You were the only one that made me like what I looked like in the mirror for that first 5 seconds of every day.
You were the only one who didn't make me shut my mouth when I wanted to scream out loud.
You were the only one I found comfort in when I didn't know it was wrong.

You made me beautiful.
You made me strong.
You made me love.
You made me hate.
You made me everything.
You made me nothing.

I miss you, I miss what you could offer me.
I hate you, I hate that you left me.
I love you, I know you would take me back in an instant if I just said the magic words.

Why is it so hard for me to accept what I am with out you?
Why is it so hard for me to get over you?
Why am I not strong enough for you anymore?

I'm terrified, that's why.
You've already hurt me more than anyone else could.
You showed me how much they didn't care.
You showed me how easy it was to hide.
You made me what I am today.
This horrible, broken, lonely thing.
This monster I see in the mirror with the melting face and the warping figure.

Please come back, please make me strong again.
I miss you.
I hate you.
I love you.