A Part Of Me

Worth

She was but a puppet
Tired of dancing
To his musical melody
Tired of getting torn
Limb from limb
Till she bled rivers of crimson

She was but a prized possession,
Paraded past by his male ego
Her worth was lost somewhere
Amidst the broken boundaries
Of self respect
And the tumultuous territories
Of their terrifyingly twisted love

But the faint echoes of her self worth
Could still be felt
Could still be heard
In the alleys of her heart,
Numb from caring too much
So she held onto her self worth
Like a lifeline