Abused
My knife that thickens to the hilt to savage your eternal guilt,
Your wound that bleeds an endless truth for stealing my innocent youth.
What of your pain that strikes you now,
The fights, the beatings, endless rows,
Don’t look to me for your redemption,
Your time has come,
Did I not mention ?
Each blow you dealt gave me a brick,
To build a wall so very thick,
A prison I could escape to,
Deep in my mind away from you.
A place where I could make a blade,
From fear and anger smelt in rage,
A blade I’ve polished everyday,
Until this time where now you lay.
Life doesn’t let you get away with what you do and what you say,
Times the master of our fate,
And time for you has come too late.
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