I'm suffocating, with monsters clawing at my skin
A vacant parchment, broken by the weather
Can you see me breaking?
Its just like you to assume I'm faking.
Everything seems dark inside a cave
What happens when you gave up on being saved
I never asked for your help or your torment
But on my skin, your words did lament
Do you remember what it was before the storm
The parchment, clear and not weather worn
I can't remember a time when it wasn't so
But like you said, how would I know
I vaguely remember when you weren't the beast in disguise
It took me just too long to realize
I was caged and beaten, waiting for the slaughter
After all, I still remained your daughter
I held the facade you painstakingly made
A well deserved fate born of hate
I could never be enough to quench your thirst
I never realized that I was only your first
YOU ARE READING
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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...
