I don't even know where to start
It has no beginning, no end
I was blessed with this never ending torture
Praised with needles to my pure skin
And thorns to represent my royalty
With rugged robes to protect my sanity
I always had something you didn't
And you kept your loyalty
By slowly poking the fires
So the burns will be evident in my soul
You tended to my wounds
By ripping them again and again
Hoping for the better
I thought you were my saviour
Only to get captured by the shadows
I was neglected of my youth
Everything is fading away
Even the lonely comforts me no more
You don't know pain
How the blood flowing from the slits felt
How I survived all the insults and the abuse
No one believed me they all thought it was fake
They turned their backs on me
You asked me how many pieces
I want none of it
It's better to have nothing
Than the broken pieces that'll never heal

Blueberry

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