When I was younger 

all I did was hunger

to be in your loving arms

to feel your warm embrace 

but all you did was spread me 

all over the place

your constant discontent 

ate at the layers 

the layers of my skin

my tissue was your issue

it wasn’t of your kin

I wasn’t made of your DNA

so you left me malnourished 

my flesh would rot

I would beg you

to heal the pain

but you would just watch me deteriorate 

I cried 

I lied

I tried to run away

but I always came back

I had no place to stay

I wanted you to love me

but you didn’t feel the same

now I’m just a structure 

made of brittle bone

it no longer matters 

either way I would’ve ended up alone





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