Everything, you say, everything you do
Just reminds me of how much I should hate you
Because you turn it all around
All the hope and trust I've found
Subtly pushing me to the edge
To have the honor of seeing the mess
The mess you've made
Though the scars may fade
All that remains is the hate
You've sealed your fate about a hundred times
When you refused to listen to my cries
I still remember when we were free
Reckless like we thought we we were supposed to be
But you turned it all around
When you pushed my face against the ground
Watched me disintegrate
Before there was time for my voice to reverberate
Sometimes I would ask myself was it worth it
To lose all my hope and wit
Was it worth the pain
Even through the strength I gained
And I'm not sure
Because now I live in fear
That everyone will be a version of you
And I don't know what to do
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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...
