I feel like putty in your hands
Moulded and contorted to how you want me to be
Pressed into the space you want me to fit
Folded and made into something I’m not
Like a wrong shaped piece of origami.
Like a puppet on strings, you call and I come
It seems no matter how empty you leave me everytime it goes wrong
I can’t help but believe that you might’ve changed this time
You tell me that coming back to you means I’m strong.
You tell me I’m pretty and worth it, that you’re willing to put up with me because you care
Well your fist speaks otherwise, the bruises that appear.
Your words are twisting my mind and turning my thoughts dark
And the lines are ever frequent that trace my wrists.
They say, you chose me because I was vulnerable
And I wouldn’t be able to say no
They say you knew every move you made
That you will use me and then leave me alone.
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