The day the dam broke,
flooding me with cold water,
drowning my small body,
filling my lungs with your lies.
That's when I fell.
You exhausted my light,
dimming it day by day
until there was nothing,
I was nothing.
Empty.
A hollow shell.
That's what you do to me.
Killing me softly.
A/N: Poetry heals the soul. Tonight, I needed healing.
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