I’ve been wondering,
Feeling,
Being trodden by you.
You kick me
When I’m down.
You slit
My throat
But patch the wound.
The symphony of scars
On my skin
Tissue,
Is a gift from your arsenal.
As I lie bleeding,
Half awake
On the floor,
You whisper
Lies in my ears
And tell me to disappear.
You turn dreams into nightmares,
Haunt my daily waking.
I push you away
But somehow you’re closer then.
You’re a mind game encased in my skull.
Between the lines, you don’t hold back,
Telling me truths as harsh as you can.
I believe every word injected into my veins
As the paragraphs line up.
I believe you, doubting me.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
I’ve been wondering,
Feeling,
Being trodden by you.
You kick me
When I’m down.
You slit
My throat
But patch the wound.
The symphony of scars
On my skin
Tissue,
Is a gift from your arsenal.
As I lie bleeding,
Half awake
On the floor,
You whisper
Lies in my ears
And tell me to disappear.
You turn dreams into nightmares,
Haunt my daily waking.
I push you away
But somehow you’re closer then.
You’re a mind game encased in my skull.
Between the lines, you don’t hold back,
Telling me truths as harsh as you can.
I believe every word injected into my veins
As the paragraphs line up.
I believe you, doubting me.
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