Let’s play a game
No one else will understand.
Where I am your prize instead of your “whore”.
Such a beautiful disaster that
None could ever see.
A hollow existence of things
That will never be allowed.
‘Bid my dreams and
‘Bid my life.
Rid me of everything that
You don’t think will suffice.
You are my master
And I am your slave.
Please let me die quicker
Send me to my grave.
So many lies
So many smiles
Nobody guesses
I’ve been running for miles.
I know now
No place can promise to keep me safe.
So please let me go
I beg you to not make me stay.
Another day ends
A loose blade hits the floor.
Maybe if I make myself ugly
I don’t have to be a whore.
200 scars later
there’s nothing left I can do.
You can say that you loved me
But I never loved you.
Love isn’t controlling
It cares and doesn’t tear apart.
It doesn’t have to be forced
It comes from your heart.
I am a person
I’m not owned by anyone but me.