In shadows deep, where pain resides,
In whispered voices, where hope subsides,
I lay my heart, my wounds laid bare,
Thanking you for every despair.
For every tear you bid me shed,
For every word that pierced and bled,
For every dream you deemed futile,
For every moment, my soul you defile.
You made me your doll, a toy to play,
In childhood's grip, I wasted away,
No memories to cherish just scars to bear,
Thanking you for my despair.
Your hate, a cloak, wrapped tight around,
Obsessive love, where I am bound,
Pity I hold for your excuses, so frail,
Yet blame I bear, for every nail.
You burned my mouth with your fiery rage,
Never forgiving, always caged,
In your grip, I found my fate,
Thanking you for my state.
Every drop of blood, a testament true,
To the agony, you put me through,
Easy it was for me to leave,
To break free from the webs you weave.
Before I knew the world, I wanted to die,
Hope erased, beneath your lie,
Hopelessly miserable, a toy to discard,
Thanking you for breaking me hard.
I hate myself, as you taught me to,
In your twisted world, where dreams grew few,
Thanking you for the pain you wrought,
In the darkness deep, my battles fought.
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Flower
PoetryFlower is a collection of introspective poems, a journey through the delicate petals of emotions. Each verse unfurls the beauty and pain of existence, like a fragile bloom in solitude.
