You tear me apart again and again,
ripping open past scars that were almost healed.
You dig your knives deeper and deeper,
making me bleed out every last ounce of feeling.
You push me down over and over,
giving me no time to get up and catch my breath.
You do all this and then ask me to trust you,
holding out your hand to pick me up
as if someone else had knocked me over.
One day I wont have the strength to reach up
and it will be too late.
Too late for you to realise how much you broke me,
because I'll be gone.
//p.s.
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Wandering & Wondering
PoetryRead it and relate or read it and understand better. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some poems may cause emotional instability. I DO NOT promote any kind of disorder or abuse.
