I hate myself for still loving you.
Missing the shards of what I wanted reality to be.
I saw us, I saw you, I saw us as family.
All the hurt and anger I feel melts every time I hear your voice.
I don't want to ever let you control me.
I see you and I bend until I almost break.
Every feeling is whispered to the wind.
You took everything I had and turned it against me.
Every good thing about me you told me was awful.
Tears falling down my face and I wasn't sad.
Fighting myself to not go back cause I could always find the good.
Having half of me taken away.
My soul shattered and destroyed.
Thinking that the sad and the depression was just us going through something.
That something was my soul dying.
The pain leaked out and trained me to not care.
You stole my personality.
You stole everything I had and wanted me to give more.
For every thought and feeling it was whispered into the wind to be whisked away.
