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To the one who broke me...


My life would spark with excitement whenever you’d reply

As someone numb from life, I liked it when you made me cry

I always felt alone until you talked to me each night

I let you blur the lines between what’s wrong and what was right

It became a twisted game of how immoral I could be

Until the guilt crawled up my throat and started to strangle me

I told you of my demons, that they’ve caused me so to grieve

You said that they were friends of yours and hoped they wouldn’t leave

More and more you asked of me day after day after day

I asked for some of you and you said that’s not how we play

Soon the days were shorter and the nights became so long

Although you reassured me, this game felt very wrong

Tears came too easy; I couldn’t look my parents in the eye

You were hungrier than ever, and I felt the urge to die

No thanks at all to you, an angel saved me in the night

She opened up my curtains and streaming in came the light

She told me it would be okay; that you were gone at last

You couldn’t hurt me, abuse me; it was all in my past

A faint and distant memory is all you’ll ever be

You might have broke me down, but bruises heal beautifully

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