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Finally Free Aug 2017
My dreams seem so real
Like you're standing right there
I try to wake as the sight of you makes me shake. I relieve the abuse over and over again. Wondering if the cycle I shall break
Will I be just like you. You say you never had a teacher to show you the ways.
Did I ask for a mother like you?
Did I ever deserve all that I had to take
My mother you say you are but to me you're  a villain hiding in the shadows now. You're just in my nightmares now wondering when you will attack next. Times are changed you no longer have a part of my life. You still find ways to haunt me in my dreams. I lay awake hoping and praying to not see the face of the villain.
Time has come for you to disappear from my thoughts as you are no longer a part of me. You will never know what I am doing or where I am. I hope you lie awake with the dreams of your mistakes I hope you see my face and it makes you weak. It is just a dream they say a very dark dream
Finally Free Aug 2017
I'm insecure. I'm weak. I'm not good enough. My mind races. I'm anxious. I'm a mess. I'm far from perfect.
I can't help feeling like I'm constantly battling my demons. They whisper all of the things you've called me. You're disappointment, You'll end up just like her they say. The voices seem to get louder everyday. you're pathetic, they will all leave you standing alone. I'm the only thing constant in your life. I try to fight the whispers but now the voices are shouting. I look in the mirror at my worst enemy it has always been me. I try to **** the voices in my head with happy thoughts but they always come back. The only thing constantly in my life are those voices in my head.
Finally Free Aug 2017
Time ticks by slowly I hear the ticking of the clock as I stop to think about all the times that I've been weak. They told me cutting you out would let light shine in but I'm still weak. You made me this way yet I can't change no matter how hard I try I will always be your greatest victim. Your words are sharper than any knife. They still haunt me in my sleep. Tick tock why can't this time stand still and let me forget everything you put me through. Why must I be so naive to think maybe deep down you actually care about me. They say it's pathetic how all these years I still wish to damage you as you have damaged me. Nothing can hurt you more than losing your children they said. Then why are you still standing? You still play with my mind without even trying. Can this clock stop ticking now it's getting harder for me to think. Then again thinking about you only makes me weaker. you don't get the last word. I one day will finally get my revenge. But for now I'll stop this clock from ticking.

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