Reduced slowly to weakness, fragile but remorseless; my mind is the dealer and I am in demand for its supply, questing why it would produce such a chemical that reduces me to nothing, leaving me in an abyss.
When I find that chord: it will be struck, I will then be the judge and no longer the dealer. Until then. You are my weakness.
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Did you push her?
Did you watch her cry for help?
Did you see her crumble in front of your eyes?
Did you see the magnitude of your influence?
Did you feel the raw insanity in her eyes staring back at you?
You let her lay there while you watch sober, cold and coherent; you fed on her tears and broke her down until she stopped feeling. Numbness sat beside her for years.
She instantly wakes up with a shock feeling the blood boil from her head down to her toes; its the sound of that door.
The repetitive sound of that door slamming is a reminder of the poison in her life who seamlessly seeps into her heart continuing to infuse her mind with hate.
That door is used for a swinging entrance into her soul leaving it with touches of darkness until she simply can't understand how to love another person; how to empathize with another's time of distress. She loses touch, suffering to understand what love is.
The life who uses that door brought her into this world and smothers their existence with cold truths, lies, neglect, and stories of their past; inflicting damaging images and thoughts that cannot be unheard.
She's trying to persevere, but they persist to acknowledge their unreceptive response to her cry's for help, it destroys her light; leading her down the path where the poison starts to consume all her thoughts and distorts her rights to express herself with the constant feeling of never being heard.
You built darkness in her, and every layer effects even the smallest of challenges in life but you left her with a flame that continues to burn.
— The End —