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
So brutal!
You flogged me hard anywhere you saw a bare flesh with words
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 led to a breakdown of my ego, my pride, all
I cried when you whipped me
My tears did not move you, preferring to sit me down on that chair, and yell
Hitting me with that final shot of words
I faintly watch how you packed your bags and left through the front door
leaving me to bleed out.