Your Gift
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 © Michelle Lanting | Year Posted 2006
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