I ask you little
To avoid demanding
I ask you less
For your understandingBut still you take
More than I can give
And you don't think
What little you've left me withI should ask it back
I should scream and fight
But many before you
Took away my mightNow here I sit
With nothing to my name
With no one else
But me to blameMy feelings are lost
My body is wasting
My heart is empty
My mind is breakingYou've taken more
Than I can give
And with nothing left
I no longer know how to liveYou weren't the first
You won't be the last
I'm far too damaged
To learn from my past15/2/24

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Poems?
PoetryPoems. I wrote em. They're not good. (the newer ones are a bit better)