Scapegoat
I believe there was a time
When you may have cared about me
I can’t say it was love
I don’t know if your
Capable of that or
Ever will be
Over the years mental illness
Addiction and greed has destroyed
Any kind of relationship
Or feeling of family between us
Lines have been drawn
In the rock
Unable to ever be removed
I’ve been drawn and quartered
The emotional pain
Has hit so hard it has
Become physical
And tortured my soul
The only way to move forward is to become
Like the the Phoenix
I must die and be reborn
You all have murdered me
May I finally rest
Peacefully
Copyright © Hidden Sister | Year Posted 2021
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