You scream
You yell
You hit me
I thought we were a team
But you trapped me in this cell
Waiting to be set free
Wanting it all to be a dream
Sadly, I know this is my own personal hell
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to go
I thought you were done
Yet my scars don’t say so
Once, I thought I was free
Then I saw the cuts
Then I knew you will always a part of me
There are no more “sorry’s” or “but’s”
Our journey has just ended,
But mine has just begun.
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