my exsistance

why do i still love you?

my name, a horrid word placed on me at birth. mai is the closest we shall get to who i truley am- though no one shall know the truth, not even i.

i want to see you

i want to feel you

would my love make it better

would my pain please you

this form taken is not my own

we shall see what becomes of me, my exsistance be damned to an eternity of suffering

one i do not wish to continue, one that shall end

i was once their daughter, now i am a human shell carrying a soul of dead weight