I'm so possessive... and I hate it.
I'm easily jealous... I wish I wasn't.
I assume things that aren't true... And hurt myself over it.
I pretend none of this is true... but dreams remind me of this dark mind.
I don't always trust... because I struggle to realize other people's mistakes don't carry on to others.
I hurt... because it makes me feel better.
I want to change... it's just so, so hard, and the other side feels so far away.
Why do I have to be so... broken... sometimes? Why can't I just take advice to heart and stop caring so much about the wrong things?
I can't control anyone. Their actions aren't controlled by me. If they leave... it's not up to me. I should just have faith, believe in the power of raw, unblemished, true love. For all the kinds of love.
But (sorry for getting religious here), Satan has the power he does for a reason... those terrible sins we must fight every day are strong. He whispers constantly into my ear, things to make me question love. Things to drive me crazy and beat me down.
I can't let him win... But even with the most powerful allies on my side, the battle against my inner demons is so, so tiring.
Pride and Wrath... they're the hardest to beat.
These struggles... I want them to be over. I want to move on.
Why can't I just... love...? And believe in its power completely?
Damn insecurities...