Suffering is My Secret Lover

As I peer into the mirror
I’m greeted by the horrid face of suffering
With my gaze fixated on him, I question:

“How can you take a precious thing like life
And turn it into a bitter strife
Between reality and the mind?”

During that moment
I could feel his lustful eyes glaring at me
Temptation himself lured me in
I fell into his sinful trap
And became everything he wanted me to be

Now suffering is my secret lover
Treating me like no other
As he caresses every inch of my body
Waves of anxiety fill my brain
And self-loathing floods my heart

His lips are delectable
Covered in pure depression
When they meet mine, the sadness in my eyes
It spills out as rain
I pray these heartbroken tears wash him away
But he is forever here to stay
He loves my suffering