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Ella Grace Jan 2020
How dare you
I don’t know you
You killed the boy I knew
You made him disappear

Who are you?
My boy would never treat me this way
Why don’t you take no?
Since when did no mean yes?

I miss my boy
He treated me like a queen
I don’t like you.
You treat me like a dog

The love he gave me
I can't find it
You use me
Make me feel like I’m just another girl

I thought you were different
My boy never would have done this
My boy would hold me
You leave me cold

My boy stood out in the crowd
He never cared about my looks
But you blend in
texting me at 12 am asking for pictures

Where is he?
What did you do to him?
Why did you do this?
I can't ever look at you the same

I’m scared
Scared of the man that stands before me
You stand where my boy stood
please leave me alone

You violate me
Leave me shaken and cold
Tear stained cheeks
I miss my boy.
Ella Grace Dec 2019
Sometimes I forget,
I forget about you.
And in those few blissful moments
I'm ok.
But then your name pops up
or a song comes on
and I remember.

I remember how you made me feel,
the fear I felt.
The fear wasn't of you
but the person within you.
The one who told you things,
the one that commanded you.

That person, that demon
made me scared, he  made me cry
I heard what he told you
I felt what you locked inside
he became my demon too.

But he hit me differently
he made up stories
created lies
My tears shone brightly
but my screams were muffled.

You became numb
whilst I was filled with emotions
they hit me like a tidal wave
thoughts flooded my head
feelings drowned me
you couldn't hear me scream
because I was pulled underwater

then everything just stopped.
The thoughts stopped streaming.
My feelings dried up.
I thought the demon left
That he showed me mercy
I was wrong.

He showed me a different kind of pain
A pain where nothing hurts.
A pain where pain didn't exist.
Nothing did.
Not happiness.
Not anger.
All I wanted was to feel something
I begged him, I fell to my knees.
Then I found something.

Cuts created a map on my body
each destination made me feel something different
But then they started to bring me only one thing
pain.
but the pain made me smile
I smiled because I felt something
I smiled because I thought I defeated him
I made myself hurt
I controlled the pain, not him
I thought I won.

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