Poor Thing
It happens to other people.You say, “How sad.” You say, “Poor thing.”
When it’s you, it’s something else
It’s everything
You’ll never believe the nightmares
You’ll never know the pain you caused
You’ll never see the scars you left
The things you stole, everything I lost
You took my body
Tore it in half
You took my childhood
My heart and my laugh
You took everything I kept for myself
Then you’re gone
I’m not your poor thing
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