Could it have gone a different way?
If I had never chosen to stay
Stay with he who breaks me
Will I ever break free?
What has gotten this hold on me?
Why do I stay where I can't see?
I need answers because I don't know
Why I'd go where love is the foe
It's tearing me apart
Why am I still here?
Is it because my heart
Was mutilated for so many years?
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poetry{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
