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does hurting me somehow keep you sane?

By Hammd AhtishamPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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In a love twisted and untrue,

With a narcissist, I was ensnared too.

I'd leave and return, a cycle of woe,

My wings were clipped, leaving me low.

You made me doubt, hate myself inside,

Forced me to do things I never implied.

Betrayed, abandoned, left all alone,

Your pleasure in my suffering clearly shown.

Why, oh why, do you enjoy my pain?

Does hurting me somehow keep you sane?

I crumble, I cry, I suffer, it's true,

But your cruelty doesn't affect you.

In the depths of despair, I'm left to roam,

With shattered dreams and a broken home.

You've stripped my spirit, left it torn,

Leaving me wounded, battered, and worn.

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