I lived in your world…
where the air was cold and empty…
I lost myself in the glittering lights…
the promises you told me felt so hopeful and bright…
your love was scarce…I was starving for affection…
but I made a fatal mistake when I believed your violence was loving attention…
I stay in circles, longing to escape the maze…
doing what I can to pass through the confusion and helpless days…
but I couldn’t let myself feel the loneliness as it seeped into my heart…
struggled every step to create and have a fresh new start…
you held me close, only to push me far away…
you tear me down, then ask if I’m okay….
but hurting me was a reflection of the brokenness you felt inside…
your ego was fragile and made of glass…you raged with the secrets you held inside…
your world was cold…and lonely…and dark…
it left a deep, painful, lingering mark…
I thought being with you….was better than being alone…
but my childhood could never forget the sharp edge of your condescending tones…
you had little love to give….
you stole all my reasons to keep going and to live…
but blaming you forever…will only imprison me….
letting go of the past…
and learning how to love is the only way to ever break
free…
