The Numbing Process
And I sit there and it hurts.
I cry and mourn for what I've lost.
Sitting in the bath tub at night
I feel lost and the hot
Scolding water no longer bothers me
Though it has left burns and
Scars upon my skin which lie
So deep that the truth be held
Within them; Scars that you'll
Never know or even care to see!
My little runaway,
Your never going to understand.
You've taken away from me
The only thing I had left...
ME.
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