Your love is so sweet darling but it's suffocating me, I keep gasping for air hoping to find some space somewhere away from you yet every turn I take, you're still there, trying to adjust me to how you want me to be not knowing that I'm free and happy with the way I am.
I can't keep letting you wrap your strings around my throat, cutting my circulation and turning me into your little puppet. This time, I'm putting an end to this, I'm breathing on my own.
You say you're "in love" with me but perhaps you're wrong, perhaps you just like the dolled up version of me that your insane little head created. You keep leaving me so strained and empty, void of any kind of peace, losing sense of my own self.
You can't hold me down like that.
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Emotional Torture.
PoésieCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
