Ballad of an over thinker

The hands of a monster

And it's the nights like these

When I sit in my bed

Heart beating out of my chest

As I recall the subhuman treatment I received

I lay mortified in my bed as I am bombarded with the painful moments replaying in my head

And the deathly empty bitterness I felt

They don't stop

And your voice doesn't go away

It's what you wanted and I know that now

It's the reason why you wouldn't let me go

Because I was a game

How much can you fuck up a single person

And then watch them as they bury themselves alive

And you did

You watched as I burned myself to ashes

Till I had nothing left

And you laughed

And you watched as I tried to escape

Stepped on me again as I blew away

And you couldn't grab all that was left

But you managed enough

And you still have those pieces

And I've lost that part of me forever

To the hands of a monster