My soul is not free

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.

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