You were the one who put the gun to my head
"You're not enough"
It echos, are you aware of what-
You said to me was so painful
It stings like a knife in my-
Back then I was never perfect nor right nor anything of value to you
It's like I was nothing to you and the pain
Haunts me to the core, I'm imperfect I'm
Worse than the worst, and
You were the one who put the gun to my head
And said
"I wish I'd never had you"
Well, make that two.
Make that two of-
All the things that were said, that were done, that left scars on scars and hurt worse than a snake's tongue
It wasn't you, it was him,
He's gone and
You were the one who put the gun to my head,
But you'll never pull the trigger on me.
No, I'm not done with the world just yet,
Don't you dare fucking count me out already.
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PoetryA recollection of some of life's moments. ((TW: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, EMOTIONAL/SEXUAL ABUSE, AND SELF HATE))