Live for the fight

Shes cried so often that her tears have crysalised on her cheeks. She breaks the ice off and chews on it, simply for comfort. Something to fill the emptiness. She misses him, even if she doesnt have the heart to do it with because he stole it. She keeps pulling, because there's no other way to get through and waiting for the day that this is all over so she can lay down in peace. There have been times where she just wants to leave, anyway she can, to nowhere in particular. But, even if she doesnt realise it, baby's in love with pain. Shes had her heartbroken alot, and yet she keeps coming back and screaming for more. Fucking masochism, ouch.