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May 2014
I am someone though a stranger to you. I’ve got no self-control
I’m sick of the **** and of the pain, crying myself to sleep each night
My days of worry and terrifying nights of fear, what about not knowing if I’ll wake up?
How would you feel, if you knew that tomorrow, you might not get out of bed?
You’d feel wretched; you would cry and break down on a daily basis, wouldn’t you…

I shouldn’t care, I know that much, I shouldn’t cry over these little things
But it does get to me, it does hurt, wait, I’ve decided I won’t put up with this ****
I’ve got no self-control, don’t mess with me, I’m a scary person don’t anger me, a modern Hulk
Fangs and claws, ripping my soul and mind to shreds, changing me into another person
Someone none but you know, he did, but he lost me and I have you, calm me please….

See these marks, these hideous marks; you caused this monstrosity, now it’s a constant reminder
Memories of horror, you created me as I am, you hurt me that deeply, and I took a knife to my flesh
A searing hot burn, a blistering, all because you couldn’t stand me, you didn’t want to be alone
You did this to me, you did it all, you made me fall so far, you attention seeker, but I don’t hate you…
I thank you for this, your fault not mine for creating me as I am, I can now hurt you, with no guilt
Now dear child, reap what you sow, bear this burden, and suffer the consequences of your actions
Written by
Reilly Cole  Caloundra
(Caloundra)   
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