(PUBLISHED IN COLLECTION OF CANADIAN POETRY CALLED NECTAR)
The darkest night and worst of all was the day you broke my soul
The day you wounded my pride, the day when we lost it all
My soul was broken and shattered, and the shrapnels were piercing my heart
The jagged ends made it hard to breathe - I can't fix it; there's no spare part
It wasn't raining or snowing, but the dark clouds carried sadness and gloom
They carried that poison that fed your words, that added hellfire to your fume
It was like the earth was calling to me, be strong and don't be frail
But how can I be strong when you singlehandedly shut my coffin with your nail
The ache and pain I felt was too much to bear, and too much to hold in
But I know no other way to overcome this, it's like cruelness isn't my sin
So I took the punches and kicks, breaking me blow after blow
I took the mistreatment and abuse, spat it blood and watched my hurt grow
When it was finally over and I regained strength to open my eyes
I felt my own tears flow freely and due to the pain they would crystallize
I had no will to do anything, so i shook and i just cried and I cried
I didn't even know what I was crying for, cuz all I know was that I tried
I tried to hold myself together and pretend the hurt didn't exist
The hurt that you gave me as a necklace and as a watch around my wrist
I'm supposed to walk around like it's not there, and lie and pretend
And I'm supposed to sit in this burning car as you speed towards a dead end
I rather brave through the pain and jump out of this speeding and burning car
To jump out and away from you, because we either die or we scar
And I'm done taking pounds from you when all you did was manipulate
I'm done being your punching bag, you've already filled me with hate
You have severe issues that I won't stay any longer to medicate
You have problems you need to fix and side effects pills don't indicate
You have every issue in this world which is why you just find excuses
You reflect the self loathing within you to leave me all these unseen bruises
I decided to break this cycle and move on to a place far away
Where your words won't reach me, where I won't replay them everyday
I've decided to put me first and finally bid your memory goodbye
To claw your scent from my skin and then pat my scars dry
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