In Hold- A poem of emotional abuse.

You look down on me

I look up to you

You tell me I'm dumb

I agree that it's true

You say it's all my fault

I promise I will be good

In my wounds you rub salt

It doesn't hurt as it should

I no longer feel the pain

You say it's because I'm weird

I try so hard to be sane

But you say my ways are feared

I will live like this forever

In the hands of my true love

We are stronger when together

We fit just like a glove

I know you think its wrong

But I'm hopeless in his hold

It's like a deadly song

I'm his tune if truth be told

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