I can only slightly breathe again
The strength of your oxygen chokes the air from in me.
I can only slightly defend
Myself from you and you won’t let me be.
I keep trying to run but my feet are concrete.
My legs can’t seem to keep up and my mind won’t shut off.
I keep replaying the nightmare in my mind
And I can’t seem to stop asking how you were that guy.
My hands are tied in knots
I keep trying to get out,
but it hurts a lot.
And I finally feel like I can get free.
And you pull me back in and say
“You can’t live without me. “
I twist my arm free of the rope and out of your grasp.
And I see that
There is this axe
that can set me free.
All it requires is a little reach.
I try to grab it in my hands
And I try to swing
but I honestly don’t know
how to cut down the darn tree.
Not sure who I am anymore,
am I something worth caring for?
People say I'm special.
Except I think I'm not.
burn me to the core,
because this soul of mine is sore.
Push me down and hit me,
as I lay and wait on the floor.
Pain and blood excite me.
Mum's lil angel torn at the seams.
Not sure who I am anymore,
knowing who I once was.
Remember that time when I was first born?
Look how innocent I was,
look at me with adoration, please just once more?
Instead I feel your hate,
wishing for my death.
If only you were that blessed.
Not sure who I am anymore,
but this is what I know.
People stare at me with disgust and hate,
because im not afraid to show..
the sick and twisted side of me that others have, you know.
Where pain and gore twist peoples stomach,
I shiver with want and desire.
Behead me! Be hold me!
Twist my arm, break my neck..
plz just want me...
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