You would gently manipulate her.
You would secretly use her.
You would have a strategy for her every move, a plan for anything she'd do.

Her weakness became your endeavor.
You dehydrated her soul.
You made her suffer just so that you could strive.
You were slowly killing her.

***** you mankind, ***** you.

wash your hands
‘cause you’ve been unclean
doing things
that shouldn’t have been seen

clear your mind
‘cause you’ve been unkind
now you can’t lie
it’ll keep you up at night

she is hurt, hurt by the words they speaks
it wipe away the dimples of her cheeks

she is bleeding pain inside her veins
crushing all the bliss she contains

they left her in a state of trauma
by their sinful karma

they alter her sweet memories into her foe
which were sometimes used to glow

her skin seems like velvet
but internally its full of wounds and bruise
so she merge herself with the eternal nature
became tired from their unkind abuse.

I’m completely unstable.
            I’m mentally unkind.
            I’m physically unsafe.
            I’m a demon in disguise.
            Not who you believe.
            Not you, or me.
            Unsafe.
            Unkind.
            Unstable.
            Who am I but a sociopath.
            What am I but a demon.
            But a girl hidden in lies.
            But a girl who toys.
            But who am I but a lie.
            Who am I but a sociopathic girl.
            What but a dead body hiding a monster.
            What better word than unstable?
            What better to describe than unkind?