Poor Thing

February 17, 2011
It happens to other people.
You say "how sad."
You say "poor thing."
When it's you, it's something else.
It's everything.
You'll never believe the nightmares.
You'll never know the pain you caused.
You'll never see the scars you left.
The things you stole, everything lost.
You took my body, tore it in half.
You took my childhood, my heart and my laugh.
You took everything I kept for myself.
Then you're gone.
I'm not your poor thing.

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