She hurts me… calls me worthless and wrong.
She beats me… to the beat of my own song.
My love does not love me, she says I’m not enough.
I said I loved myself, until she called my bluff.
She scrutinizes every single thing I do,
runs blades on my skin and she likes the view.
Here, I was supposed to be safe…but I cannot escape the one who hurts me.
She’s there for every step I take, and does not tolerate a wrong one.
No move I make is safe, for her hatred is a loaded gun.
She talks to me as if I am nothing, I want a way out
From her criticism, harm, anger, and doubt.
But the path I am on is shared with the one who beats me.
She shreds me up and spits me out, no way to treat her own.
Yet still, she does all of this and more when I hurt me.
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