I'm losing a battle that I didn't start,
Such aftermath from those who are gone,
Stupid decisions holds a knife to my chest,
In this game I am but a pawn.
Trauma binds my wrists at my back,
A father who just never forgot,
His past left a puddle of toxic sludge,
That was left for his insides to rot.
A face so familiar, just half of my own,
I see as she cuts off my ears,
This misplaced loyalty my mother's shown,
Her thoughts the only ones she hears.
My siblings, together, rip out my heart,
It beats and it beats in their hands,
They tear it in three for the holes in their chests,
To shove them right in was their plan.
Two hands at my throat, squeezing so tight,
They cause me to speak not a word,
They're owned by a She who took me in,
But who's own battles have been left uncured.
When all offenders have left me be,
A husk of the girl that I'd been,
I'll rise to my feet with wobbly knees,
And fight the good fight once again.
