Like you can choose,
How are you supposed to?
When the people who made you
Are the ones who ruined you.
But the ones you give
Yourself to,
Don't really know you
Like they do.
Nobody tells you
What to do
When there's
Blood in the water.
"But I'm your daughter"
Escapes my pathetic lips,
Flipping a switch.
Now I'm on the border,
A collector of souls,
A hoarder.
With a death wish
To please the ones
Who make you
The last priority
On their list.
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