The night now stained,
Her whispers still linger as I struggle to stay grounded.
Another world,
another place,
another time,
But still in my mind.
Her face still meets mine every time I close my eyes.
The lies that where spilled but the guilt still pours,
To stay would be for her at the price of my sanity,
The days grew plastic as they began to recycle,
Feeling my humanity being stripped from my bones leaving me unrecognizable,
An un just skeleton carved from my own flesh.
Adapting, growing side by side now the years corrupt,
To cut the past from my present,
A forced change to birth life a new,
Unable to bleach the years which I still carry,
A smear in which my memories remain.
Unable to change the past,
Now I stand despite all that i carry in control of the years I have left.
She was a hollowed out shell of a human being who was being controlled though nothing but a self destructive need for control.
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Toxic Relationships
PoetryA poem describing truma inflicted thought the self destructive need for control.
