You **** every bit of my soul dry,
You wring me out like a wet cloth,
You pull me in with arms so crushing,
And squeeze me tight ‘till I’m almost nothing.
You mock, you torment, you jeer, you taunt.
Then smile, then move on as if you forgot.
Every instance feels so raw and gutting,
As for a moment,
you made me believe I’m almost something.
You keep me confined in a small cage,
My hopes and dreams torn like a page.
Your manipulation is so good, so cutting,
That it teases my sanity ‘till it’s almost nothing.
You bandage the wounds that made me cry,
Then go and clean your ****** knife.
Your gaze is so sincere and loving,
That for a moment you almost made me believe there was something.
Something in the nothing.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
You **** every bit of my soul dry,
You wring me out like a wet cloth,
You pull me in with arms so crushing,
And squeeze me tight ‘till I’m almost nothing.
You mock, you torment, you jeer, you taunt.
Then smile, then move on as if you forgot.
Every instance feels so raw and gutting,
As for a moment,
you made me believe I’m almost something.
You keep me confined in a small cage,
My hopes and dreams torn like a page.
Your manipulation is so good, so cutting,
That it teases my sanity ‘till it’s almost nothing.
You bandage the wounds that made me cry,
Then go and clean your ****** knife.
Your gaze is so sincere and loving,
That for a moment you almost made me believe there was something.
Something in the nothing.
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