Fake smiles real tears: my soul is not free
I thought we were family but you showed me we can’t be
Broken pieces of me, kneeling to gather all the shattered layers I see
The last time was tough, I was grounded into many rough particles
It was brutal! You flogged me hard anywhere you saw a bare flesh
It is hard not to be surprised at the mutual love that existed
Somehow you found a way to make me fall for your carelessness that led to a breakdown of my ego, my pride, my all
I cried when you whipped me
My tears did not move you, preferring to sit me down on that chair, the ones with the chains, making me ride you till you were satisfied
Hitting me with that bottle, I faintly watch how you packed your bags and left through the front door
leaving me to bleed out.
I done gathering my pieces, my soul is not free
