Mist

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TW: Swearing.

Somber chaos,
I'm at a loss,

It's not really fair,
You know it is not,
How I silently bear,
The baggage that you brought,

You know it bleeds me,
Your curses and your lies,
I knew nothing could heal me,
When I felt the venom in your eyes,

I'm drenched in my hurt,
I feel so fuckin' numb,
Wounds from the curses you exert,
Beat my broken heart like a drum,

I don't think I'll ever get out of this,
I don't think I could ever be free,
All I ever needed was,
For you to need me...
...

This one's from the perspective of a person who feels under appreciated, who feels their partner is sometimes downright cruel. But the person doesn't have the courage to get out of this draining relationship.

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