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Broken, beaten confused, and confined This emotional hell was your gift, all mine I gave you everything I possible could give When I had no more, it was me you could not live with Picking up the pieces and no where to go Hatred, cruelty, and uncaring is all you showed Not your concern, just get out, do not stay Your not the same, you were never that way 3 weeks and you have not heard from me Am I getting over you? So you call and see For a minute, my old David shined through You saw my love was still there and true More fun for you, playing a sadistic game Again, broken-hearted and left only with shame Death is what I long for now these days Wishing this was just a dream, nothing but a haze Why did you do this, was this your plan? Will this be the end and you clap your hands? Life was fun and I embraced the future Now it is nothing but everyday torture. I opened up all of myself for you to take What did you do? Used it and waited for it to break I have to keep going till God tell me it is time Until then, I am trapped in your hell, all mine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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