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Crushed Lunges
My only weakness is I care too much
I give until I have nothing but organs
and even Ill lend those out with trust.
I guess I am only a giving tree.
But when my organs come back
they have been smashed a slashed.
My heart in a blender
until There is nothing left
I am just here to use and abuse
Treated like dirt until something sparks my fuse.
I am frail and pale with anger and anxiety
I wish I had some way of knowing ahead of time
before I throw myself out there
to just get nothing in return
I have no mask or mascara to cover my scars
so people read my pages and inflict my demise
I am the only factor in situations on why things fall apart
shatter and turn to dust only to be picked up by the wind
to never ever be in some type of piece again
I am just useless unless used
So I really have no choice
but get accustomed and tolerate
being abused.
