Fixed with Calm Glue
My love was not interested
and left for another,
even after everyone beat me down
under
he had no pity
especially since he had only another to
embrace, how blithe he was to love and care for her
even as I had him
“chained down”
he could’ve easily broke free
i gave him the key, but he gave it back
...so i set him free.
… the cruel remarks of my oppressors did not help me cope
i was feeble,
so fragile
Hate was a mutual feeling towards everyone i encountered
and it breaks me
down
shattered on the
ground
i stay there
waiting for happiness to come to me
for i am too fragmented to go to it
the light
so bright and beautiful
but here i am
in a place so
dull and dark
i am numb
my heart refused to beat to the blood rushing
through my veins which now circulates poison
my life was stolen
and death was brought to me with
scars on my skin
the wounds were not for he
but for the sharp words that shanked me
until i could not stand
with my mind at the palm
of every tyrants hand
at peace is where i wish to be
so I tickle my ear drums
with the calming words and melodies
that sing
my survivor song
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