You've got a hold of me
A piece of me I didn't know was gone
until someone tried to stitch my broken pieces back together
The jagged edges didn't match up
You ripped out a part of me that day
And I don't know where you are
who you are
So I can't even get it back
I guess I'll always be bleeding
From this gash you tore in me
You stole my innocence
my confidence
You are the reason that my childhood
spat out the monster that is standing here
Your handprints still line my neck and shoulder
I can still feel the bruises underneath the skin of my cheek
And I can still feel the gaping hole
where my childhood innocence used to lie
You'll always have a piece of me
Ill never be rid of you
And I'll feel you every time I bleed
and I'll see your handprint in every bruise
You stole a piece of me
and I'll never ever get it back
(e.b)
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.
