Masochist
By: Nessa

I pretend I can make it another day.
I'm convinced in mind and heart --
Content for only seconds' time
Before the pain tears me apart.
Only afterwards I reflect on my actions,
And those bitter tears I cried,
And think, if I swore I could bear the hurt,
Why am I dead inside?
No more; no more -- why do I wait?
I have no one to blame but me!
I must be masochistic, thus making it so
I never wanted away truly.

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