I hate life,
for every unjust hardship,
for every bruise,
for every lie,
for every time I've bled.
But
I love life,
for letting me find
my soul's sister;
an amazing woman,
my amazing friend.
For her laugh,
which makes me smile.
For her soft words,
that give me hope.

I'm hurting,
because his lies
sink so deep;
the brother of my heart's
imposter.
Because he told me
things I wanted to hear,
things I needed to hear.
Because of my own self hate,
because of the world's horrible state,
because it's easy.
But
I'm happy,
because I still have her,
my friend,
my sister,
who is everything wonderful,
everything I want to be.
Because we think alike,
it makes me smile.
Because she wants me to be.

I want to die
for everytime I made a mistake,
for all who would benefit,
for the sake of not existing.
For the chance to never again
feel pain,
never again feel hurt,
never again feel so useless.
But
I want to live.
For our normal little talks,
for our inside jokes,
for our giggle-filled phone calls.
For the chance
to playfully tease her again,
the chance to be there for her
the way she's been there for me.

I'm so dazed and confused.
I've wanted to die,
I want to die,
but she makes me want to live.
I hate her
for making the choice so hard,
for ruining my plans,
for forcing me to live.
But
I love her
for being everything I need,
for being there for me,
for saving my life.
And for loving me,
with no strings attached,
without a price.

So dazed and confused,
except
I know I love her.

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