Past thoughts
He she
They me
Messed with my emotions
For eternity
Made every single motion
Feel like oceans
How they tortured me
Making waves everyday
just to say
It's only child's play
And there I was
Torn and broken
Staying in it anyway
But when the bruises show
And blood spills read
They'll blame me
That's what will be said
They never laid a finger on my body
no
Only tore and ripped apart my soul
Until pain was all I was left to know
You see
In the end the physical abuse came from me
Because they convinced me
It would set me free
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