Told from the future-
Many people wonder what made me stay
Why did I drink his poison
Over and over
With each lie I grew closer
I lived with this monster until each false word chipped away
a little bit more of me
These lies shaped me
It made me loose my mind and changed my brain to what only he wanted
I was his toy
I would do what he wanted even if it meant destroying my self worth
I had been walking down that dark road for so long
The exit signs were obvious
Why cant I seem to leave him
After all he was tearing me apart
But I realized something that others couldent quite see
He was broken too
He didn't know how to love
Or care, because that was never given to him
That's what I wanted to produce
I wanted to be his coution
When he fell from home and his prices shatterd
I wanted the sharp glass to dive into my skin
But he didn't come crashing to me like I had hoped
Instead he kept his distance giving me the minimum
So instead of waiting for his broken pieces to slice up my skin
I did it myself
I tore my self apart and lived like a broken doll
My glass was broken
Yet somehow I seemed to physically stay intact
I started to look to the broken for help
Using bias advice
I looked to him to comfort me
Although he just seemed to watch me die
There was nothing he could do but put on an actEven so, I still held on
The edge of the cliff was my knew home
I seemed to just barley breath
I inhaled his inconsistency
And I became immune to toxins
Believing that what I was getting was what I deserved
I took a downward spiral and worries filled every space that used to be comfort
I was not comfortable in my own skin
Every bit of me seemed to be owned by him
Gone was the innocent girl that everyone knew
I got a knew persona that only made my anxiety sky rocket
Living in fear was not the way I had planned to live but for some reason it was all I knew.-True story as of now...-
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...