I am what I am
Because this is what you made me
I stayed when I stayed
Knowing you played me
In my daze I didn’t see
You for who you were
I only saw an image as my mind
Reflected what was made up
As I stayed up hours on end
As tears soaked my pillow
Because I didn’t have strength
To hold a pen in my hand...
Those days are gone
Last night is the last time I’ll mourn
Over what will never change
As my heart became rotten
Inside a tarnished cage
Such rage
As I forgave but never forgot
Bleeding from emotional scars
In time will heal
In that process I’ve learned not to feel
An emptiness void of love & hate
Death of a fragile flower
A shadow is reborn at this state
Knowing no one can relate
Drifted away from my pen
Thought I could put a man in your place...
I ask paper to forgive me
As I hold this pen in my hand
Let us EMBRACE