Sweet Pain, Sour Love

Sweet pain.
Words that cut me like a knife,
Embedded in my skin.
Every day for all my life,
They remind me of my sin.
Pain that offers sweet release,
As I carve the words into my skin.
I see them now, but do not feel their pain.
Now they are just words, scars that never fade.

Sour love.
Only the hurt remains.
Underneath my smile, painted on like a mask,
Raw and sharp your lies remain.
Let me rid myself of you,
Of every thing you left me with. 
Vile words and awful lies,
Eeach one I need to rid myself of; I cut them away.

Sweet pain and sour love, leave me with the same deep scars.