Playing games with my mind.
I know what you are trying to find.
You hit me with your words,
Leaving bruises behind.
I tell myself each time,
Walk away, but I stay.
You push me down,
Tell me where I belong.
I'm weak, not strong.
I'm lost and no one cares,
If I am found.
Your words are cruel,
like fuel on the fire.
You have me now,
Where I belong,
Below you, on the ground.
I feel the kick.
I can't take much more,
I'm losing my grip,
I'm going to flip.
Playing games with my mind.
I can't take it, I'm done,
This time.
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