I was the one who stood while tore me apart
You crushed the broken pieces of my heart
And you left nothing, nothing to see
You stole the part of me that still believed I could be free
Lies were told, tears were shed
All the while I was emotionally dead
The numbing was a gift after all
But then again you always believed I was destined for the fall
Day after day I was only disappointing
I ended up not fighting
And that, really was my downfall
You were the pain before the fall
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
