to face the demons you created.
If I'm a monster today, it's all thanks
to what you did to me yesterday.
There isn't much left me to destroy
Emotions are a thing of the past
I'm a slave to what I hate
Trapped in a circle of abuse
I can't escape.
What more do you want of me?
You have my soul,
isn't that enough?
I have nothing left to give.
There isn't much left of me to destroy
Emotions are a thing of the past
I'm a slave to what I hate
Trapped in a circle of abuse
I can't escape.
Tantalum's Poems
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