Abuse

If for you i gave my life
you would be glad I didn’t live
You laugh and say it was my fault
And the best thing i ever did
You always wished the worst for me
You were glad I lost my kid
I know you’d sell me easily
Not even waiting for all the bids
You label me a sinner
But I should look the other way
I tried to take the poisin away
You hit me in the face
But I am the abusive one
And I should be ashamed
I stand up for you behind your back
While you destroyed my name
You scatter all my thoughts and you waste all my time

you’re thinking it’s all a game
as I slowly lose my mind
I gave everything up
for someone who was not mine
You thought I would never leave but I won’t be back this time

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.

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