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Broken


It started in the womb

Which should have been my tomb

No money but there was drugs

Turned into no love, and no hugs

 

Lied to my whole existence

Manipulation with persistence

Needed but not wanted here

I just wish to disappear

 

Have I always just been a doll?

Have you always just sat there and watched me fall

Fall into you again and again

If it's ever going to stop i don't know when

 

With your strings on my soul, you pull on my heart

Why do you live to tear me apart

I don't even know who you are

A million face but you don't go far

 

The guy you loved responded to my "no" with a thrust and a shove

He whispered sweet nothings into me ear

But they were something I hated to hear

 

He turned love into a weapon and affection to a gun

I was just so broken but i couldn't run

Each sweet word that passed my ear

Became a bomb and now i'm a minefield

The pain y'all cause never stops, never yeilds

 

You stole a part of me I'll never get back 

Took it so swiftly, without a trail to track

You took my innccence, you took my pride

You took everything i was my childhood died

 

I still don't know who or what you are

So many faces, each left their scar

Flashback memories during day and nightmares during sleep

In days broken down to exhasted to weep

 

I have marks on my thighs, scars of a battle i can't win

You broke my spirit, so i broke my skin

What else to do when you're falling apart

No weapons to fight back against the virus in my heart

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