Heaving, trying to release the demon
I can’t seem to remember how to breath in
running from this internal heathen
please just stop this constant repeating.
I can’t take it anymore, running around in circles for you to adore.
These words are not a metaphor but truth written from my open sores.
raped, beaten, battered, and torn. I've seen it all, while being called a whore.
manipulated, controlled, blinded, then fumbled.
I've made my mistakes but then punished ten fold.
constantly being taken for granted as you pretend to show affection
while burning and dodging the portrait’s complexion
eating away my insides like an infection
Abused and then used, thrown around as a muse expected to subdue to your dominance and view.
Hatred seeping into my veins, all the rage I cannot contain.
Why must I fight just to breathe another breath, a constant struggle in hopes to see an end.
All my dreams resting within my hand, but slips through my fingers as you tell me the end.