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The Grip of a Narcissist


My scars run deeper than my irrevocable love For he who cuts me deepest just to see if I still bleed His thirst strengthens as he watches the life drip from me Insatiable, he whittles away til he reaches my bones The only strength I have left he must take away And the pain that makes me cry out but no one else can hear only makes him smile He isolates me Dragging by my feet, my reaper pulls me into his darkest places But will not let me see the secrets that live beyond these walls I can hear them scream so loudly to break free of his chains And this is where I'm ending up A prisoner of a harrowing past that is not my own One I know nothing of and I am so undeserving of this fate Though I know I bear no innocence I may just be a piece but you are putting me to the wrong puzzle Once my love overflowed like a pristine fountain But at the bottom there was a rotting sponge who soaked it all in And wrung out filthy and black You needed someone to feel the pain you felt You couldn't stand the thought that you might be alone in this world Misery loves company And you're laughing as my hand is on my chest Because it is the closest I can get to hold my poor heart Crying the last of its tears And searching frantically for an end to this agonizing tale A tale of a girl who made you out to be better than you were A girl who was better than you made her out to be And now all she'll ever be is empty and alone
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