It hurts me to know I can never leave you. To know that no matter what I do, how hard I scream, I can never run far enough.
To think of the things I did for you. All the people I hurt, all the innocents I lied and cheated just to protect you.
You had me wrapped around your fingers and played me like your puppet.
I did everything for you. I cut my hair they way you liked, dressed the way you told me to. Followed your word like it was gospel.
And you did what to deserve it? Brainwash me to think that love was manipulation and pain? Hurt my sister and cut off ties with anyone I ever had a connection with so I had nowhere to go?
Well it seems the joke's on me, yet again. Because I can't seem to say no. I can't seem to not feel guilty when I protect myself. When I protect those I love from the monster that you are.
One day I will find the strength to cut you off for good. To heal my wounds without you pouring salt in them over and over. One day I will be free of your poison, and I can't fucking wait.
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No Longer A Victim
PoezieFor a long time I was a victim of abuse from family and friends. And in some ways I still am, but I refuse to dwell on the past and instead look forward to the future. This is a collection of poems or short ramblings that I wrote in my time of darkn...
