you held me by the throat
with your hurtful and sharp words
you cut my tongue
with your harsh blinding glare
but I closed my eyes through it all
you dragged me into the mud
and walked all over my petite body
and my heart of gold
my heart of gold that you stained
with your ugly and poisonous self
no amount of bonds you break for me
will ever be enough to satisfy you
your fingers jammed into my skin
over and over
and you made me drink the blood that I bled
and yet I still try to find the good in the
evil, wicked heart of yours
you drained my entire existence
you laughed at what you put me through
you found hilarity in the despair
I had to go through because of you
you were convinced that
i wont be retaliating
but i am done being your fool
and it's time for you to know
that you are not cool.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
you held me by the throat
with your hurtful and sharp words
you cut my tongue
with your harsh blinding glare
but I closed my eyes through it all
you dragged me into the mud
and walked all over my petite body
and my heart of gold
my heart of gold that you stained
with your ugly and poisonous self
no amount of bonds you break for me
will ever be enough to satisfy you
your fingers jammed into my skin
over and over
and you made me drink the blood that I bled
and yet I still try to find the good in the
evil, wicked heart of yours
you drained my entire existence
you laughed at what you put me through
you found hilarity in the despair
I had to go through because of you
you were convinced that
i wont be retaliating
but i am done being your fool
and it's time for you to know
that you are not cool.
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