usually make for the best pieces of work. this is the rawest i've ever seen you get on here:

no more strength to fight
while i found an unnatural pleasure
from attempted murder but it was not me
it couldn't be me that liked it
one day he showed up I reached
out the first time cause he was there
and i felt comfort from him
yet since then, a struggle it has been
to keep myself from this feeling
i bury myself in fantasies
or when i am with a woman she sometimes makes me forget
all about the sordid affair i have with him
i don't like knowing this so i have never written a word till now
i wanna stop but it is something that burns
and i yearn for cause the pain of it feels so good.

those lines above are what i thought was the *meat* of the poem. maybe you should keep writing it out and then learn to understand and accept what it is you're *going through* if you can. Peace~

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I'm an emotional cripple. ©janey