I have lost everything I thought made me, me
Torn myself apart in fits of rage
Only to be left to try and put the pieces back together

But the problem is
The pieces never quite fit like they used to
And the more I try to force myself to be whole
The emptier I feel

He saw in me what he once held behind his own eyes.
A vision of splendour to thy beholder,
a prodigy of sorts to be moulded and shaped.
I was a blank canvas and he the creator.

Don’t you see?
This thing you call life,
the gift most are granted at birth,
was never mine to own.

Cursed to never know what it is like to hold power over your own destiny. To be granted the privilege of choice.

Instead I am forever bound to a man who declares himself a god.
A possession
until the day I perish,
that is the price I paid.

She burnt too bright for a time
and then like all things that age,
she burnt into nothing at all

You left a void,
            an emptiness
                     I did not know how to fill

It grew hard to tell
what was a skeleton to be buried
and a treasure to be revealed

The hopelessness
                 the sadness
is a weight that became to heavy for me to carry

So I was forced to shed
                           my own substance
                                        to make room