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Description
The guy in the pic is Kaizen,
But it was done all by me,
I was in world of pain and I wrote this.
I just use Kai's face because he can be more serious than I

If the poem is not to readable,here it is.
I am loved….. And I know that,
You say it to me, everyday and night.
Saying it over and over, repeating.
So.... By now… you say it just right.
I believe in you blindly, as I love you also.
I would never trade anything for this life.

I am hated…..And I see that,
Every time I ask why, or look sadly at you.
It is the look of a secret suffering,
That no matter what is said or done, it remains.
Thus I am hated………… by myself
And by the one who loves me the most.

These scars that grows deeper with time,
They scratch and burn, twisting my soul.
The little things I think you should know,
I stand in solitude for you wish not to hear them.
I am willing to fall, if it is you that pushes me.
And the echoes of what I could never be, rings aloud in my head

Bitter sweet is my pain.
As its cause and cure are the same.
This is my salt to these open wounds.
The beautiful alcohol with the poison worm.
That I would drink …All too happily,
And drown myself in the tears and blood of the aftermath.

Description
The guy in the pic is Kaizen,
But it was done all by me,
I was in world of pain and I wrote this.
I just use Kai's face because he can be more serious than I

If the poem is not to readable,here it is.
I am loved….. And I know that,
You say it to me, everyday and night.
Saying it over and over, repeating.
So.... By now… you say it just right.
I believe in you blindly, as I love you also.
I would never trade anything for this life.

I am hated…..And I see that,
Every time I ask why, or look sadly at you.
It is the look of a secret suffering,
That no matter what is said or done, it remains.
Thus I am hated………… by myself
And by the one who loves me the most.

These scars that grows deeper with time,
They scratch and burn, twisting my soul.
The little things I think you should know,
I stand in solitude for you wish not to hear them.
I am willing to fall, if it is you that pushes me.
And the echoes of what I could never be, rings aloud in my head

Bitter sweet is my pain.
As its cause and cure are the same.
This is my salt to these open wounds.
The beautiful alcohol with the poison worm.
That I would drink …All too happily,
And drown myself in the tears and blood of the aftermath.