I stared at the small knife I held in my hand,
Just wanting to cut a little bit more,
I hated the way that you made me feel useless,
But for some reason I cannot make myself walk out that door.
I tried my best to fix my behavior,
To suit your every command,
I realized that I was foolish to believe,
That I could fulfill your demand.
Every time that we would fight,
A little piece of me died,
I felt like your enemy,
I knew that it would be worst if I cried.

01/20/2015

Posted on 04/05/2016
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