arond my neck you have a chain
you cut my wings so i cant fly
i look up to the sky and wonder
what is up so high?
you say yes but end up with no
why cant you just let me go
when you talk you scream
all you do is make a scene
cuts and bruises are made on me and i dont even care that the world can see
its your choice not mine
im used to it because you do it all the time
it doesnt hurt me anymore
all it is, is just a bore
you get angry when i dont care
you strike me when i just stare
cant you see your hurting me
not my body or my face...
but my soul
you broke its case
now its vulnerable,
naked if you will
alone and hurt
is this really what you want?