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I have no tears left to shed
until I lie, asleep in bed
when I think of what you've done.
For, in this joke, there is no pun.
My heart is torn and shattered.
My mind, destroyed and scattered.
And then there's you, without a soul
You, who's heart's a lump of coal
You, who stabbed my heart again and again
Until it could no longer stand the pain
Who didn't answer when I cried
who never came, no matter how I tried.
You, the one who started this all
who played with me like a girl's toy doll.
The monster who ripped and devoured my soul
Who, within my Heart, created a hole
Which sucked up all my hopes, my dreams
into a darkness where no sunlight beams
and tore the memory of love away
until nothing was left to this very day.
My friends and family, they worry for me.
For, with nothing left, where would I be?
I go through my daily tasks and chores
With not but a lump within my core.
A lump of cold fury, a thirst for revenge
my heart, soul, and mind, I would avenge.
I'd do to you what you did to me
then maybe, just maybe, I'd finally be free.
Free from you, my father, my dad
Who once was good, but now is bad.
Who, once, I loved, but now I hate.
Who, once, was wonderful, loving, and great.
You, who once tucked me in at night.
Who, never once, got in a fight
with me, your daughter, your precious blood.
You always were, my father, my bud.