Affliction

It always hurts to come here,
but I can never seem to just pass by,
and I can never make myself leave.  
I guess it’s just that deep rooted masochism
that won’t let me forget.  
I like the pain it brings
and I like to feel the blade against my skin,
to see the blood contrasting against white.
Keep your drugs, the numb feeling of helplessness,
I don’t want to miss a second of it.
A cold touch with icy flames,
it burns the tender flesh
that fades and peels away,
revealing the secrets I can no longer hide.
Take back the empty apologies,
the words you never wanted to say and never meant,
I don’t even care that you were lying,
just thought you would have to guts to say so.
After all, I never lied,
I never tried to make you believe in me.
Offer me a gun and I’ll pull the trigger,
offer the promises that will be broken,
the last three words that remain unspoken.