Tears cried, Thought passed, Years have died, Freedom at last. The pain has made a design, In the toughness of my flesh, Although my mind wouldn't let me resign, Somehow I can't help feel that would have been best. Scars unhealed, By the reoccuring marks, Although my lips were forever sealed, From your threatening remarks. A life full of violence, That will forever effect my personality, Which demands infinite silence, To hide the ultimate reality. Of the abuse you have bestowed upon me, The endless ache of where your hand has been, Won't let me accept love unconditionally. For the control and fear of it all happening again. It's ironic, though I am physically free, You still have a tight grip on my mind, Some sort of control, that I can't relieve, Maybe years upon years will be enough time. Complete Freedom of your ulitmate control, Would at last set my spirit free, And allow another love to console, The scars that you have made bleed.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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