I swear I didn’t know.
The overtake happened so slow.
The pieces I lost, he took like a pro.
And then I was hollow, with nothing to show.
If hindsight was fore-, I’d have left from the start.
Instead I was shot with a poisoned dart.
It consumed my flesh slowly and tore me apart.
Left for dead, with a broken heart.
But he wasn’t done, for he came back for more.
My body his plaything, my life was a war.
Confused by his anger, he’d simply ignore.
Ghost me for days, alone on the floor.
I’d beg for forgiveness, though I’d done nothing wrong.
He’d play to my weakness, string me along.
Then grant my forgiveness, make me feel strong.
God only knows, I just want to belong.
Love me! I’d weep too silently.
Manipulation was his specialty.
Most abuse is served privately.
And the doubt would consume me quietly.
He’d take and take with no reprieve.
I’ll admit I was beyond naive.
Give just a little, enough to deceive.
Accept the delusions, for him I’d believe.
Then one day there was nothing left.
Those secrets I held broke from my chest.
Why someone would do this, I couldn’t digest.
To understand, I became obsessed.
But all that searching was done in vain.
My soul was a cavern of unending pain.
Sometimes I wonder, am I to blame?
All this doubt, I swear I’m insane.
And now that I’m out, I can’t say that I’m free.
I seem to have lost every part of me.
There is no true freedom that I can foresee.
The girl that I was, where is she?
