Greedy Eyes
you saw me as an object
a side piece you could show off as something only you could have
you yelled cried and hurt me
always something i did wrong
left me battered and empty
i was in denial that it was bad for me
waking in the middle of the night gasping for air
will i survive
Now I look back and see the damage done.
I know my value, I know my worth.
You can no longer hurt me because I am strong.
Good luck finding someone new to toy with.
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