Look at the mess
The mess you have made of meYour eyes are closed
You cannot hear
You pretend because it's easier than admitting your fearsLook at this hell
The hell you have forced us to live inYou prefer to pretend
You prefer to play games but you never want them to endLook at what you have done
We are based on liesYou are self destructive
I got cut on your edges, but baby I broke you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaCollection of poetry. "You only love me when I am as you want me to be."