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How many times have I found myself like this?

Curled up, digging my teeth into my lip until it bled,

but I didn't care because it was what I needed

And what you would want.

How many times have I found myself like this?

You tore something out of me.

I'm still not quite sure what it was,

or if I really needed it.

But now that it's gone, that's all I can feel.

Tears that stain my clothes have been shed for you,

blood has seeped from my arms for you.

Nights I've been left sleepless were for you.

All of this, 

all of this hell,

is all because of you.

I thought you were my savior. I know you are,

but you refuse 

To save the sinner

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Ellavader

Great job! Loved it!

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