It happens to other people,
you say how sad
you say poor thing but
when it’s you
it’s something else,
it’s everything.
You never believe the nightmares
you never know the pain you caused
never see the scares you left
the things you stole
in everything lost.
You took my body tore it in half
you took my childhood my heart
and my laugh
you took everything
i kept for myself
en then you’re gone.
Im not your poor thing!
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