I don't know anything
Only tragedy
My life
My numbness
The way I blocked out my pain
That's what I wanted.
That's why my ears are worn
Why my volume is up
My scares
The way I thought I fixed myself
If I punished myself for my mistakes I'd stop making them
I was wrong.
My pleasure
Your happiness before mine
I let you hurt me
I let you disrespect me
I let you have your daughter.
You are pleased
I am bruised
Cut.
My love
I love you
I lied to you
Those words you speak to me I cannot return
A question I will avoid till my death
My anger
I let myself slip
I let myself truth
I let myself fight
This time I won't leave the wound to heal.
My sword
To dull on the skin of my own
My sword
To sharpen
My sword
To hurt
For blood
Prepare for battle.
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